What better way to kill a 4 hour and 40 minute flight from Detroit to Los Angeles than blogging. Sure…I’ll have to wait to post this until I’m on the ground …but I must say, I’m so tempted to turn on this cell phone and start text messaging and checking email. Would it REALLY mess up the plane?? I’m doubtful of that but I don’t want to find out the hard way. And so…I’ll just have to find better ways to entertain myself.

Reflecting on my trip? Sure. It was nice to see friends and family but this was probably the most stressful trip back home I’ve had.

I’m embarrassed that I even mentioned anything about being hopeful that I’d be introduced to my brothers and sisters. I was excited that my dad would say something but that didn’t happen.

I’ve been getting allot of email regarding the last few entries. It’s nice to know that people are concerned and connected. I’ve actually taken some flack too from folks who think I need to be the one to let the cat out of the bag. …Trust me… there have been SO many times I’ve come close but…until anyone is actually living this situation they can only guess what they might do. Hell, I’m not even sure what I’m going to do sometimes.

So how were things left? We met up again and I had written a letter in advance(since I clam up when I try to speak to him) that basically said “I’m no longer going to hide or pretend to be someone else”…it was also filled with some non-rhetorical questions but I doubt I’ll get answers. So basically…I let him know that I refuse to continue on under these circumstances… I wish I could just stop caring about it all but that’s not going to happen. What I CAN do though is stop whining about it and try not to let it consume my life(maybe a little too late for that).

I have a strange feeling my brothers and sisters are not going to be so welcoming to me when they learn I exist but I’m hopeful that at least 1 of the 5 might want to get to know me. Of course, by time I introduce myself, we’re all going to be 60 years old.

I wish things were easier…
YIKES…the plane is shaking pretty bad. Rough weather…I can tell we’re on our way down. My ears are starting to pop. I’m guessing we’ll be on the ground in the next 30 minutes….damn, I’m good…the pilot just came on to say we’ll be on the ground in a 1/2 hour.

Better turn off my electronic device