Whenever I leave Chicago the weather changes to the mid-eighties and it gets sunny. What the hell's up with that? For consolation I'm going to Vancouver for a few days and doing whatever the hell I feel like doing on Monday, my birthday. 34.

It's odd to me that a year ago I spent this weekend in RI and met my birthgrandparents and an aunt and a ton of cousins, and went out on the town with my birthparents and siblings. This year I'll be partying on the west coast instead. I think I'm in the midst of an emotional hangover. My life has somewhat gotten back to "normal" since I've met my birthfamily, but I'm not so sure 1. That I want it to go back to normal, but 2. I don't know exactly what to do about that. I feel like I've been MIA since I met the b-family, and I fear that the new siblings think I'm a flake for showing up and then not being around. They want an older brother, which would be cool, but I'm 1000 miles away. Anyway, there's time for weird guilt and self-assigned pressure another day. Now it's time to cruise around Seattle and get ready for the party. We were going to have a beach bonfire but it's going to rain tonight here. Big surprise, right? Rain in Seattle?