Okay, so I have a confession: I didn't even know what an "Arrival Day" or "Airplane Day"or the cringy "Gotcha Day" was until a few years ago. I say cringy because gotcha feels so superficial. I went to the store and got groceries. I went to the pound and got a dog. I went to the airport and got a baby. As if babies are commodities. Or like it's a big joke. "Ha, ha, gotcha!" But I digress.
Most of my friends or people who know me well are thinking, "Wait, whaa...she's adopted?" or "Whaa.. she's Korean?" It's okay. I forget most days too. Even when I look in the mirror I don't think about it. Even when I look at the Minnesotan sea of blond-haired, blue-eyed people I've grown up with and around, I don't think of it. To reference how some people have stated it, I'm like a twinkie - yellow on the outside but white on the inside. How I look is about as Korean as I get.
So I don't know why this year is different. I don't plan on having a party or anything (unless someone wants to bring me cake.). Maybe it's because I've taken three DNA tests and still wait to find a close match. Or maybe it's because I don't care that I haven't found a close match and I'm dangerously tempted to write off this whole Korean thing altogether. We humans are complicated creatures. These things called "feelings" and "emotions" just muddle everything up. That's why it's generally best not to have them, or so I've been told.
If you ever want to talk with me about my experience or have questions, I'd be happy to dialogue with you. There isn't much you can say to offend me...unless you say crazy things such as, "I don't like chocolate," or "I can't believe you don't like green peppers." I just may have to walk away from that!
