If you looked at the title and thought, “Wait, there was a part one?” it’s okay. It’s been so long I almost forgot it was there, too. But this is indeed a continuation of this post, and this is definitely worthy of an update.
As a brief refresher, I decided to officially start looking for my biological family in early 2015. I’d always known I was adopted, but literally nothing more than that. Not a birth date, not a location, zero information whatsoever. I’d always been curious, but because of my lovely adoptive family, I had never felt wanting. Eventually, however, sheer curiosity overwhelmed me. My health starting to deteriorate was partially a motivator. All my life I’ve had no family medical history to draw upon, and it’s getting more and more important as time goes on. Continue reading