I just packaged up my 23andMe saliva collection sample!
It was SO GROSS.
Unfortunately, I have a true aversion to human saliva. Sorry, but – I cannot spit (I can’t even let other people drink out of my glass – not even Trent). I literally thought I would DIE before I could muster enough spit to fill the (tiny) test tube.
BUT I GOT THROUGH IT. F#@%ing phew.
And now I get to find out “what I am”. 🙂
Trent bought me the Ancestry Service for my birthday. He was smart enough to leave out the Health Service; after all, my 39th birthday WAS all about me outliving my father. This girl definitely doesn’t need to find out she’s carrying some crazy genetic mutation for some freaky disease-thing (I mean, other than the one she already knows she has).
Besides, Trent knows genealogy is “my thing”. Our house is an antique shop of our collective pasts, home to quite literally thousands of photos of our families going back to the 19th century (a little slanted toward my family, of course). Artifacts from my mother’s ancestral home in Sicily and my Polish grandfather’s wartime-escape from occupied France and his life in England, relics from Trent’s family’s Texan and California Gold Rush lives…
I NEED TO KNOW what more to my story there might be.
And there could be a LOT more to my story! I’m half Sicilian, and I can already trace my blood back centuries on the island. But Sicily is one of humankind’s great crossroads; who knows? I could have African DNA. I could have Persian DNA. I could be Portuguese. Greek. Arabic. Even Viking. One of my great-great grandfathers was reportedly known on the island as “The Turk” because he was so dark…
Maybe I actually AM A TURK!
I may or may not use this delicious genetic info for my application to become an Italian citizen, which, by the way, I coincidentally just learned I qualify for through both my grandfather and grandmother, thanks to the Italian law of “jure sanguinis“.
But it doesn’t matter! Because ain’t NOTHING gonna stop me from getting that Italian passport, anyway. Just like nothing’s gonna stop me from finding out if I’m NEANDERTHAL.