When I was two years old my father and I became separated. I would grow up never knowing my father and often wondered what I would do or say should I ever get the chance to meet him.
In the summer of 2012, I got the answer to that question. I met my father for the first time in 45 years since he last saw me as a child.
In 2013 I began a new life journey over 2,700 miles away from all that I knew. I began a new life and a fresh start. It hasn’t always been easy or fun, but I stuck with it.
This blog is my story of that journey and new beginning. A journey…home!
Sit back now and listen, I want to tell you a story.