You may already know this, but I met my dad for the first time five years ago. I don’t talk about it much here because I write exclusively about it on my family’s website (link below).
I spent the summer after my junior year of college in British Colombia, Canada so I could get to know my newfound family better.
It was a wild ride, for sure.
My feelings were all over the map and I didn’t know if I had made the right decision by agreeing to come for the summer or even by agreeing to give my dad a chance.
Latest family photo by our friend Derek Crosby of Greater Image Photography
It was my first time to get a passport, to fly, to leave the country, to meet my stepmom and siblings.
So many firsts…..
And I was already feeling like a social pariah.
It’s not like you can explain away how you are the daughter no one knew about.
“I’m a really nice person—not an axe murderer or a tax evader. Seriously, I was just as surprised as you are when I found out the whole story. None of this is my fault.”
See how much I ramble when I’m nervous?
Well, the summer went okay. There were some bumps along the way, but it was a good start to our adventure towards restoration. It was a summer of wrapping our thinking around this new reality.
I’m sharing all of this to give you the back story of my new logo.
My next post will explain the dream that helped our family cope throughout this crazy time. (And, no, it was not a dream caused by licking the caps of poisonous mushrooms.)
You’ll understand more tomorrow.
Until then, check out my family’s website: http://www.thehollimans.com/