I only speak for me here in the FamWorlds of, Adopted Like Mə.

Like many humans, some of us gather no moss and tumble 'round most, if not all, of our lives.
I am a shining example of this. As I thumb out these words, I am en route. At the beginning of next month, I will be en route again.

Sometimes, I feel some kinda way about living in such constant flux. Then again, it is what affirms my sense of defiance to live betwixt a thumb.
I would, though, like to ramble one day to a remote ilse; I like the way the word Fiji feels when I say it...

My biological sister was adopted as an infant. She has decided to remain in Southern California to raise her children and be near her family.

I am grateful for my sister to have good fortune in life. Even as a two year old, I thought of my two younger siblings. Prayed any fate that shall meet them was better than any of mine.
Here's to those who linger and those that ramble on.