There I was, sitting in my apartment — the kind with more houseplants than square footage — when an email pinged in. “Your DNA results are ready!” it declared, probably with the same enthusiasm a game show host announces a grand prize winner. And boy, was I in for a prize.
Expecting a comfortable read of “100% Chinese, with a hint of love for bubble tea,” I was mentally prepped. But nope, the universe had other plans. It read, “78% Icelandic.” I spat out my green tea — which, mind you, was not a Viking-approved beverage.