A journey that I honestly never even fathomed being on. A journey that I never even realized that I longed for.
I call it my journey home.
And by home, I don’tmean a physical building or place. The concept of home is something that transcends the physcial.
For me, the concept of home is feeling like I belong. It’s the concept that I have returned to myself. It is the concept that this life has meaning and that my presence here on earth is desired.
As I prepare to take this trip, I want to share it with you. I want to share that hope and restoration are real and that something as simple as knowing that my birth fsther wanted me, freed me.
I don’t know if I can adequately describe the enormity of these feelings.
I don’t if people know what if feels like to look at DNA results that finally give you all the answers.
To help you understand a little more of how this journey affects me as an adoptee, I’m going to be sharing this journey with you.
On November 6th, I will be heading to my birth father’s ancestral land- the place where he was born. While there, I will have the incredible privilege of witnessing a true miracle-the reunion of my cousin, Toni and her biological father.
And as if being there is not amazing enough by itself but I will also be traveling to MY birth place of Buffalo, New York to meet MY biological family!
My father has long passed, but he is strongly represented by my aunites- my father’s beloved sisters and their family, my brother, my sisters, my step mother, and lots and lots of extended family.
And they have all been praying for me since I was born. They have been waiting for my return.
And I get to spend Thanksgiving with them.
And that’s a miracle too.
At the end of this journey, I will finally finish my book- because I will have finally gotten to my happy ending.
My story is a story of hope, love and restoration.
You’re invited to ride along.
It’s a long, long, long, long way to go home.