Perhaps Professor Docan-Morgan summed up best what I have been discovering for the past few months: Adoption, namely being adopted, can be a powerful tool for understanding things from a different perspective. Rather, observing them from a unique perspective. What is family, how do people self-identify, what effect does racism have, ethnocentrism, privilege, etc.
Everything happens when it happens, everything happens where it happens. I am happy, I cannot wait to continue this part of my life. I feel as if a new chapter is opening up, specifically because of my newfound interest and value of writing.
Reading has always been big for me. Writing, less so. I would always enjoy creating stories for fun and for classes, and I’ve been told that I can write a good essay. It’s time to combine my creativity and my writing skills for a serious matter. Writing skills, or really, communication skills. I hope as I move along this path of communications, for it is my major in college, to improve.
I try. I can try harder. A lot harder. The more I try the more I learn. But, I mustn’t get ahead of myself. It is late. I expected to be asleep by 12. This is just one long paragraph. I can’t wait to read my blog a year or a decade or whenever from now.
Originally this was one paragraph, evidently I have edited it.
I will start attaching old Instagram pics.
I am partaking on an adventure with myself to piece together the puzzle of my adoption and what it means to me. This picture is appropriate because it is a puzzle with the image of Korea melded with a tiger.
I’d like another word, I do not like how melded fits into that sentence.
Anyhow, I have digressed. It really is time to sleep
Stay well –Franklin Robert Carnes