I've spent a good 20 years searching for answers to my birth and adoption. Little by little, I have come across information, sometimes stumbling upon it, and have been able to put the pieces together, but still not entirely... and not with 100% certainty. Not knowing my complete history has created and unsteady foundation upon which my whole existence is built, and without an understanding of your beginning, it makes it almost impossible to have a middle or an end.
I recently cancelled my travel plans for the summer... I'm just not feeling it. What's happening to me? Am I settling? Maybe I have replaced my wanderlust with lost wonder.