Well, it’s Wednesday and I am surviving my stay in North Carolina. The trauma of being separated is (once again) one sided. Though my son asks for me, he is doing fine. He tells everyone that his Mommy is riding on an airplane. I think he believes that I am flying around and around in the airplane still.

My husband has jam packed the week with fun foods. He had hotdogs yesterday – three of them. Tonight is either pizza or mac-and-cheese from the box. Whichever one he doesn’t have tonight he’ll have tomorrow. When I call, he tells me all about his dinner and who he played with that day. He’s getting to that age where we’re really going to have to start watching we say because he remembers everything and repeats everything.

I’m enjoying North Carolina. It’s very hot, but I’m told that the weather in the mid-west should match by the time I get home. Everyone here has been very nice and my hotel is lovely, but I would much rather be home. There’s something about your own bed that is just infinitely more comfortable (even when it’s not physically more comfortable).

Today, one of the managers gave me a tour of some of our facilities down here. That was fun. On top of that, he was telling me that when he was in Vietnam he really liked kimchi. He told me that they called it cabbage soup. He also told me all about his neighbor who happened to be Korean and how she ran the local dry cleaning store. It turns out that his wife who was adopted (domestically) finally found her birthmother, but her birthmother did not want to see her.

People feel comfortable telling me these stories because I was born in Korea and because I’m adopted. I like hearing them. They are fascinating and it helps me get a better idea of adoption from all different points of view.

No matter where you go, no matter who you meet, you can find common ground – even if you have to stretch it a little.