My name is Kelsey, and welcome to my blog.

I wanted to start this blog for a few reasons. One being, I have a unique story and some interesting tales that I wanted to share with whoever come across this little corner of the internet. Another just being I enjoy a lot of stuff that other people happen to enjoy as well.

Let me get started with my little origin story.

I was born to the name Marina Yakunin, a little blue-eyed baby in a small town in Russia. I lived in a cold orphanage for the first 6 months of my life until my amazing Canadian mother came to rescue me. Of course, she would argue I rescued her. We have since agreed on rescuing each other.

Four years before I was born, my mom lost her 7 year old only child to a tragic accident. Naturally, this destroyed her. To my mom, her kids are the most important aspect in her life, and losing one was the worst possible scenario. My mom was single at the time she lost my brother and when she was ready to have a child in her life again, she had a rough go. She tried different things such as artificial insemination, but none worked. In fact, she almost lost her life due to a fallopian tube pregnancy with twins. Thankfully she lived, but the twins didn’t make it.

But then, she heard something about a child in Russia.

There was another child besides me that was given as an option, but thank my mom and God that she knew I was hers. As soon as the seemingly endless pursue was over, she and her mom, my grandmother, flew to Russia to get me. Now, the place I was born was quite poor, as well as the orphanage I lived at. There wasn’t any heating in the building and I was on a strict diet of a paste made out of cranberries. The man that helped my mom and grandma around Russia and found them somewhere to stay told them not to look out the windows, not to make eye contact with anyone, don’t answer the phone and definitely do not answer the door.

My poor grandmother.

There was a time where this man, who was just trying to help us, drove the three of us into some sort of forest area, stopped the car, took me and told them to get out of the vehicle. My grandma always tells me she thought for sure he was going to shoot them.

It was safe to say it was a nerve-wracking experience. I was there, yes, but all I was focused on was blowing bubbles and screaming. My mom has said she was so focused on the end goal of getting me out of the country she hardly breathed, let alone feel the nerves. The Prime Minister of Russia at the time needed heart surgery so at any moment he could have stepped out of office and closed down out of country adoptions. But it all worked out in the end.


There is a picture of the first time my mom held me. It makes me tear up every time.

Her smile is so wide but her brow is creased in a sob, clutching me like she would never let go. And she never had to, and never will.

My mother is an incredible woman. She has faced so much in her life and still would do anything for a stranger. She is definitely one of the nicest people you will never meet, and she went through hell to get me out of it.

I obviously never met my brother. I was never alive in the same time frame he was. But oddly enough, if you take pictures of him and I at the same age, we look like alike, like siblings.

Some things are just meant to be.