DNA and the genes are so cool, they define a part of us and we get that from our parents. Before I found my biological family I didn’t care so much about the DNA, I thought that I’m unique, maybe I’m weird sometimes because my siblings are not like me. Then I found my family and I realised that there are people who look like me and there are a person that I got my eyes from and a part of my personality.
I know that a part of my personality is from how I grew up but not my skinny legs or brown eyes and the fact that I have allergies and difficulties why my sight.
I am that kind of person who want to know as much as possible, so yeah I want to know a bit more about my biological dad. Not because I kind of miss him (I have a dad already). I want to know if it is from him I got these bad parts of my personality and if he had as big nose and spongebob squarepants- shape of the head. Yes he is dead and when I tell people that I don’t sound a bit sad because I didn’t know him. I just want to know more about where I came from.
Oh god everybody should by their own mixer and make themselves a smoothie. Delicious and more healthy than soda.
So what’s up for today? Well my DNA test is almost finished and I can’t wait to see the result!
Seriously I've been unemployed since the start of the summer, I've been searching everywhere and I'm starting to get anxious. I want to earn my own money so I can:
- Be more independent from my parents.
- I can buy that camera I've always wanted.
- I can go to Colombia with my boyfriend (honestly he needs to meet the whole family)
- I can just stop worry about the economic situation.
So how do I keep the hope alive?
I’ve tried to stay strong by thinking that he is alright and I’m alright. Then Jhon got a new cellphone and sent me a voice message. I was reminded all over again that I miss him so much. It’s kind of cool how the love is so strong even though I met him for the first time when I was eighteen. I hope that I soon will have the time to go to my other family since they are a big part of me.
I can’t describe how thankful I am for that my boyfriends family welcomed me to the family and let me stay there for almost a month. As always I’m getting anxious when I have to say goodbye to my boyfriend but I’m only going to be without for two weeks.
I don’t know why but I’m getting anxious and sad everytime I have to say goodbye to people I love.
- When I was nine years old and spent the summer with my cousin I cried and felt miserable for leaving her.
- Colombia. Okay that’s logic since they live so far away but I felt so sad, days after I came to Sweden.
- Language- education- trip to England and Spain. I cried so much for leaving the people I met.
- Confirmation camp- I met new people, and old people and I cried so much when I came home even though we all lived in the same city.
I guess that it is because I’m a highly sensitive person who gets too emotional about things. I must say that I hate that I cried like a baby the night before I was going home to my own family.
Things didn’t go as I planned and that was horrible, I felt horrible. I knew that if I stayed I would feel alone and miserable and I also knew that I wouldn’t feel better if I stayed with my family. So I took the train and went to my grannies, we had a great time and I were able to relax. Then I missed my boyfriend so I decided to stay for a few days. Well a few days turned into a week and a half until my mom called me and said that she missed me. So now I’m here with my family missing the love of my life but I will go back because I can’t go a week without being with him, love is powerful and it’s so cool how I just know that he is everything I’ve ever searched for.