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It’s been a long day.

I think it’s all starting to hit me in regards to this trip I decided to undertake.

After 25 years I have finally began to meet my dads side of my family. It’s a feeling I just can’t describe. Finding out all the similarities and differences we have is an uncanny experience. I don’t think I could ever be able to put it into words what I am going through throughout this trip.

I am finally meeting people with the same last name as myself, people who love the outdoors, have a knack for engineering, building cars and motorcycles. I mean… that’s me in a nutshell. I have always loved just being outside, being as one with nature as corny as that sounds. Hiking, walking nature trails and going swimming outside… to me that’s the best day ever really.  I also grew up, for a reason unbeknownst to myself why I love muscle cars, or watching dragsters go super fast down the road… I literally just thought I was different.

But now, two years ago I met my dad for the first time in 21 years- and there was a lot to catch up on. Straight away I noticed just how much we looked alike. He was tall, had my nose and my face for sure. Getting to actually know him, what he loves to do, and what he does in his spare time is exactly what I like to do. It was pretty surreal to say the least. I now had an answer as to why i also loved candy so much. It was all the little things that just… helped me see who I was a little bit more clearly.

Fast forward to a few days ago, I met my aunts, uncles, cousins and grand mother for the first time in 25 years. Again, just like when I met my father, being able to talk to people who basically are just like me was amazing. I HAVE FOUND MY PEOPLE. (haha) Everything I liked to do, they did, things I was indifferent about- so were they. Also, I found out where my love of country music comes from… seeing as growing up I seemed to be the only one who enjoyed it. I love all music for sure, I am not picky when it comes to it… but country was always a no go in my house.

Anyways, that evening I basically lost it. Just an overwhelming amount of emotions came into play and I just couldn’t stop crying. I love this. But I also love my family back home. I cannot believe I have finally had this opportunity to meet all these wonderful people I am able to call my family. I don’t know how else to describe it that’s for sure.. But I love it.