It's A Crying Shame

For those who don't know, we raised OVER the Give A Little goal! BUMP IT!!!

There are no words to describe how blessed I feel. 

Thank You.

It's been a while since my last post. I have been overwhelmingly busy this past week organising the last minute stuff before we leave... in TWO SLEEPS!!!

What? No way?! How did that creep up so fast!?

It is getting uber real now. The adrenaline is pumping and I have started packing. My lounge is proof of my (dis)organised chaos! Various cool, yet cheesy, touristy gifts purchased, check. (I hope they like them!) With the obligatory NZ chocolates, biscuits, honey and of course, Marmite, check! (Which I'm sure they'll love... yeah right. Haha!)
We have converted half our moola to Hong Kong monies. (Which is unfortunately not a lot... We be praying God will stretch and multiply it. Can I get an, Amen?!)
And we finally have Travel Insurance now. So we are so close to sorted, I can taste it.


My photo album, "Time Capsule" has been slowly coming along. Piecing together my history through photos and mementos doesn't get any 'realer' in terms of the feelings of abandonment and the overwhelming sadness coming to the surface again. The years she missed out on. The years I missed out on... Man, I bawled like a baby.

When I went through the photo album today, Thank God, I was all good. I now look back on those years with a newfound fondness. The McDonalds birthday cake, running into, then straight out of, the ocean (haha!) My eldest bro making me cry... (Gee, thanks bro!) So I think some healing has occurred. Praise The Lord! Crying is therapeutic, but it's also super messy and tiring.

But of course it doesn't end there...

The other night Jane* decided to Skype me when she was at my bio-sis's tiny Hong Kong whare. It was hilarious! My bio-sis in her nighty at 2pm! Her cute kids running amok in the background and foreground! But what caught me off guard was when she told me they were having a family dinner the night we arrive. 24 freaken strangers in my face... Say, what?!

F@rt off!

For some reason I just broke down and cried right then and there. The first time I had seen my bio-sis face to Skype and I am BAWLING like a newborn babe... Not cool.
I think the idea of an 11 hour flight for the first time with a toddler, THEN getting off the plane in a foreign country only to be greeted for the FIRST time by my Birth Mother after 31 years... to THEN go meet 24 new "family members", might be a bit much, eh?!

I felt bad about my reaction, but I truly didn't expect to be told that. We have thoroughly vetoed that idea and they will have their family dinner as planned, while we fight the jet lag and try to get a toddler used to a different timezone in a strange teeny weeny apartment in a foreign country... Fun. [winky wink]

It's now 2:20am so I best be going to bed. There is literally only ONE more day to get my shizz together! Yargh! (Haha!)





*Name changed to protect their privacy.