When it comes to homework, I’m doing fine. Getting a little ahead, it’s well worth it. However, my search for the birth parents has taken a hit: Franks procrastination has been reallocated from schoolwork —> calling the agency again.

How tired I felt | My life is easy

Figured I would feel tired tomorrow | I have a comfortable and warm bed

I know I should save my money, nothing but necessities for now | food is a swipe away

Hoping I’ll finish all my schoolwork | I have as much time as needed

Worried about my health | could have finished my pills months ago

Wondering what others lives are like | my life is easy

All the nights I stayed up into the early morning, what was it that I felt was unfulfilled. Why did sleep elude me?

Blank mind I have got
My friend shares her thoughts via pen
Yet no one may see

Blank mind I have got
All of the elusive stress
Kunsang hides it all

Blank mind I have got
Hope the pieces are falling
Into the best place

Blank mind I have got
This is when I need to sleep
Sigh inhale exhale

Blank mind I have got
A slate for the inner me
Drawing my being

Sitting in the warmth of light, my paper basking in the warmth of the writing, the symbols, which I set forth upon it. Lovingly, hence the warmth, do I glance at my creation. Perhaps it isn’t a son or a daughter, but it has my attention as if it were. Every minute detail, totally exposed in such a warm light, a completely natural light. A silence, I can hear my pencil against the composition notebook paper. Meant to be, true lovers, a threeway love story: the light, the paper, the pencil. All so accommodating to eachother, such a harmony: polygamists.



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 wellFranklin Robert Carnes