We moved a year and a half ago and are finally in the home of our dreams. Its not a mansion, just a simple, urban bungalow with a bedroom for each of us and a small backyard. The catch? Our home is rather close to Little Lassie’s birth family’s last known address. We live in Chicago and neighborhoods can be worlds apart even when they are only blocks away, so we’re not exactly too close for comfort.

I find myself hoping to see Little Lassie’s birth mother at the grocery store. I’m sure that would not be ideal for her. She hasn’t been in touch with us for quite a long time and does not know our new address. I imagine LL’s birth mother has pulled away because she needs time and space to heal or regroup. I am very eager to be back in touch with her, however, I realize it must be on her own time.

I might be playing with fire. Time will tell. Hopefully, we will plan an outing with Little Lassie’s birth family soon. I’d rather have a reunion at the zoo than the deli counter.