INTENTION

An apprehension of the Human experience to re-establish an Ego (My sense-of-self).

Aspects from the mind of an adoptee- Dissecting a perspective while working through old trauma & confronting issues with abandonment.

A trek (in a sense) through night & day for reconciliation with the past. In a place where oblivion is no longer an option & transparency seems like all that's left in order to become.

Originally intended to document a 1,400 mile walk to the west coast. Asked by those who keep a disconnect from any social media platform. Slowly this has morphed into something a bit more profound— Something I have yet to understand well enough to articulate simply.

You’re welcome to join me on this (quite intimate) journey of understanding.

INFORMATION

Thirty-five years & counting. Adopted at birth in Santa Ana, CA.

Betore starting my trek to the west coast, I purchased 23andMe (DNA test). That's thirty-one years without ever knowing my roots, the essence of who l am. There was a part of me that truly enjoyed that mystery —it made me feel intriguing or strangely worthwhile.

With that said, it took about six months after purchasing the kit to finally swab my mouth and send it off.

Ironically, the results were far more interesting. Immediately connecting with three biological siblings. Later informed that there are eight of us in total.

Our birth mother passed away a few years after my birth. My biological father (assuming he's a match to the two siblings that followed after me) also passed away —over a decade ago.

Turns out... I'm Irish. This may explain my Irish goodbyes and bring significance to my name. I owe the darker features in my physiology to my Native American descendants.

I, being the only one put up for adoption while all seven siblings were eventually taken by CPS.

So it begins.