This is my sister.

This picture was taken a couple of months ago when my new friend Gene found my family and reported back to me. A local resident had a digital camera and they instantly emailed me proof that she was alive.

This was the single most emotionally charged day of my life so far

I've never met my sister, and I'm about to meet her in a few weeks. I'm about to use this blog as a means to communicate my trip back home to myself, and to others who are wondering how it's going to go.

I'm very nervous... Just imagine going half way around the world to meet someone you've been thinking about your whole entire life. Wondering what they are like... Wondering if you have anything in common... Well it's been my dream ever since I was a little girl. I grew up with no siblings until I was 11 when my little sister was born. I've seen pictures of Ann. Probably a total of about 5 photos. That's all I knew of her.


Well, You'll be hearing a lot more from me about her in a few days. I'll probably be twisting and turning my thoughts on these entries up until my dad and I fly out on October 20th.