What a week!
If you've been following my blog for the past week, you know what I've been up to. Well, part of it. I've also been installing hardwood floors with my dad. But a week ago today, I drove through four states to Iowa City, Iowa. And a week ago tomorrow, I met my biological mother.
Last week, I gave some backstory, and I'll give a few extra details by means of review. I was adopted as a newborn in an open adoption and, since I was twelve hours old, have been raised by the wonderful couple that I call my parents. I've known my whole life that I was adopted, and I've had some contact with my birth mother--email and Facebook messages, mostly.
And now? Honestly? I'm feeling every emotion known to mankind. I'm not really used to feeling things, so the past few days have been a little rough for me. But I'm...well, 'getting over it' isn't the term I'm looking for. But it's the closest thing I can find.
The visit itself was sort of typical. We talked a lot. I met my birth mother's four cats and wore her armor (I felt like Hiccup trying on Stoick's gear, for all of you How to Train Your Dragon fans) and we went out to various restaurants. We also went to an Amish grocery store and toured a bit of the college campus. The library was closed, unfortunately.
I also met my biological grandparents over Zoom. They're quite a bit younger than my adoptive grandparents--probably in their 60s or early 70s as opposed to 83 and 85--and rather nerdy. Just like my birth mother. Just like me.
I'm surprised at how alike my birth mother and I are. We're both word nerds with nearly the same Myers-Brigg personality type. We both read Ellis Peters' Cadfael Chronicles. We both like swords and cats and all things medieval. We both tend to keep people at arm's length until we know we can trust them, and we both like cats.
As for my biological father, Sam? I have an indescribable amount of apathy towards him. Complete and total disinterest. Especially after learning a few unsavory facts about his side of the family. I'm glad that the only things I inherited from him are intelligence, big hands, and a fast metabolism.
As far as Iowa goes...it's a nice state. The place is one giant farm with some woods near the southern border. And as far as our visit, it was pleasant. I hope to go back sometime, once I'm an adultier adult. And in the meantime, life goes on. I'm still a Piazza. Still a Texan. Still a Jesus-loving, dog-walking country girl who just so happens to write books.
Let's try something different in the comments. Ask me anything. About my trip, my background as an adopted person, my books. Anything. And your questions, should you give permission, will end up in a future blog post. God bless you, dear readers, and good luck as school starts up!
M. J. Piazza is a Jesus-loving, dog-walking country girl who just so happens to write books.