I'm eligible for Irish citizenship since my grandfather was born there.
Me too! But while living in Greece I was always happier to use the Diplomatic line at passport control, rather than the huge line for Schengen.
This is me: one grandfather came over from Ireland and married a DAR Quaker. One grandfather came over from Germany and married a Choctaw woman. I don't know that it gets more American than that.
But 23andme swears I'm East Asian.
I wish I qualified for some other citizenship. All my grandparents were born here (most of their parents were the immigrants, except my mom's father's father, whose family seems to have been in Missouri for a very long time??)
I'd have to do a DNA search, since my adoption was sealed. I love being able to celebrate Cinco de Mayo *and* St. Patrick's Day *and* Bastille Day, though. I mean, I *could* be any of those. Who knows? Wait wait, don't tell me.
sealed adoption high five
I should do the DNA thing at some point
I want to do the DNA thing too, just to see if the family rumors are true and I'm not just a soup of Nothern European whiteness.
I have dual citizenship, Australian and British. (My mother was born in London - she was technically a Cockney - while my grandfather was posted there as an air raid warden during WWII.) It's a thing that felt rather more impressive prior to Brexit.
I would love to do the DNA thing at some point. My ancestry is, they tell me, nearly all Scottish, Irish, and British (and a lot of it is traceable since relatives have done the family tree thing), but I'd love to see what the DNA says.
S's dad was first-generation American (his mother came from Ireland and was a pastry chef in New York), but all of my relatives on my dad's side have been here too long (and that's where I'm supposed to be related to Daniel Boone), and my mom's father was first-generation American, but that's too far back to matter.
Honestly, I just want to *travel* out of this country at some point.
Me too. No, that day in Tijuana so doesn't count.
I don't think I've updated here yet. I'm not a lurker, although I'm basically just in Lit and Natter these days.
I'm a year into my federal gig, which means they'll need a crowbar to get me out. (Or elect Trump and overturn all the federal environmental laws, that'll do it.) I spend much of my free time training my new rescue German Shepherd in agility, baking, and looking after Dad. He's in hospice, but is remarkably spry, and still gets a lot of enjoyment out of life. I have some adorable nieces and nephews, and the family is all pretty healthy.
Life is pretty good, but it feels precariously balanced with Dad's situation, and things could change at any moment.
I am lucky, and I know it.