I've recently arrived back home (wherever that is) from my trip to Pakistan. For anyone who cares, this was my second attempt to get to know my biological parents, people I have thought about for each and every day of my 26 years of existence, and quite frankly people towards whom I have rather confused feelings.
I know that everything I write about my adoption could be written better, and at some point in my life I hope to have time for a rewrite. However, for now I am planning on posting edited excerpts from my day-to-day thoughts during my trip to a country I wish I could leave behind. As I've learned, there are some things that become more painful the more you run away from them.
10 December 2006 was the day I left London, a little less emotional and a little more prepared than the first time. My first stop, my biological aunt's place in Karachi. She's been good to me since the truth came out. I think she's my favourite biological aunt.
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