I'm discovering my roots. Roots I didn't know I had. Apparently I'm 1/32 Scottish on my mom's side. McGlade. Go figure. And I gave Jackson such a hard time for his proud Scottish roots. Maybe I was just jealous. So now I'm doing research.
Look, websites. You don't have to go to them, but they make me really excited! According to the map, the McGlade family overtook a couple of districts in south Scotland: http://www.ancestry.co.uk/facts/McGlade-family-history-sct.ashx
There are no specific McGlade tartans according to Scotweb.co.uk, but this one comes from the district where the most McGlades lived in the late 1800's. Look, it's blue, green, and purple. I told Jackson mine would be prettier than his: http://www.scotweb.co.uk/buy/tartan-fabric/material/69319.
Truth be told, my blood is so muddled that there is no telling where my family comes from. More exciting that way, right?
Family is interesting, isn't it? It is something we can never escape. It's a part of us, this group of people who you grow up with, who love you, who drive you nuts, who are disfunctional, who are supportive, who are suffocating -- and they can be all of these things, plus more, at the same time. It's dizzying.
I'm about to be separated from my family for 10 weeks. It's a scary thought. I know Mission Waco is where I'm supposed to spend my summer, I just hadn't really thought of the fact I'm going where I don't know anyone. I've never been away from home for this long. But, home is always there, will always be waiting.
Until next time, call your mom, look for the moon, prepare for upcoming journeys.
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