So. I know it’s been a very long time since I’ve last posted.
If you’ve seen my last entry, then you know the reason why.
It’s been a bit of a tough, depressing time, to be honest.
But in addition to losing my father, I also moved into a new apartment. Which, apparently, are two of the most stressful things that a person can go through.
There have also been job cuts at my workplace. Fortunately, I’m safe, for the moment. It merely means that I have at least one thing that’s resembles normalcy this year so far.
And now, we’re barrelling into summer. And with no major trips planned – only one short one, but more on that later – it seems like it’s going to be relatively sedate.
In some ways, that’s fine. But I’ve been bored.
And that boredom got me thinking: beyond what I do for a living, who am I, really? What am I?
I’m of Jamaican parentage. But if you know the island’s motto (“Out of many, one people”), then you know there’s a bit more to it than that. It’s been a question that’s taken up residence in a deep corner of my brain for at least the last couple of years now.
So, it was late on a Saturday night roughly a couple of weeks ago, that I decided I would start trying to find out.
I ordered a DNA ancestry test online from one of those companies in the States and mailed back a saliva sample, just to see what they’ll find.
Now, let’s be clear: I don’t in any way, shape or form think this test will magically tell me everything I need to know about my genetic makeup. It’s not necessarily going to tell me where specifically my lineage came from, or from what side of the family. Not unless I’m willing to shell out more money and start begging family members to pay money to swab their cheeks or spit into plastic vials.
But it would be nice to have some sort of clue.
I probably won’t find out for at least another couple of weeks. So in the meantime, I’ve taken up another mini-hobby …
One that’s led me in a direction I didn’t intend to go.