Pick a Lane?!

Gardening? Ancestry? Cruising? Homeschool? Adoption?

Apparently, blogs are supposed to be neat and tidy little boxes of niche expertise. Mine, however, is more like a junk drawer overflowing with mismatched stories, half-used metaphors, and the occasional rogue squash seed.

I admire those bloggers that deep dive into one topic. I truly do. Their dedication to one topic is impressive and I enjoy reading and following along. Meanwhile, I’m over here chronicling life in The World of Weeks, which is much less “deep dive” and more “cannonball into chaos.”

When I started this blog 18 years ago—yes, eighteen, which in blog years is basically ancient—my blog was all about the World of Weeks journey into the world of adoption. It quickly morphed into a place where I could stash the stories of our life. The ones that make us laugh, cry, cringe, and occasionally frequently question our life choices.

Hubby and I are quickly become “oldest generation” in our families. Which is wild, since I still feel like I should be asking someone else how to adult. But here we are. And if we don’t share the stories—how our family came to be, the adventures we’ve had, the misadventures we survived—those tales will vanish faster than my patience during homeschool math hour.

So, I blog to remember. To pass it on. I blog because someday, our kids and grandkids might want to know how it all unfolded—and I want them to have more than just faded photos and questionable fashion choices to go on.

The World of Weeks isn’t a neatly painted stretch of road with polite turn signals and predictable exits. It’s a tangle of on-ramps and off-roads, where gardening disasters, homeschool detours, adoption milestones, cruise ship dreams, and ancestral breadcrumbs all barrel down the blacktop together. My blog isn’t a tidy travelogue—it’s a family-sized van swerving through life’s chaos with the windows down, drinks spilled and the snacks flying.