I thought I had shared this story somewhere on here. Maybe it was the other site.
I've always known I was adopted. I figured I was some sort of Mediterranean, I have fairly dark skin that tans easily, dark hair, brown eyes.
Wife got us 23andme kits for Christmas 2017. In January 2018, we finally spit in the tube and sent it in (you don't realize how much saliva it takes until you go the required time without eating or drinking and then have to try and fill up a tube. Took a few weeks, they had to reprocess the samples etc. but we finally go the results. First off.. I'm purely northern European, mosly Irish/Scottish/English. Aint no lick of greek or italian in me. =(
Then - it found my birth grandma. The percentages matched up so I found her on facebook, did a bunch of snooping and contacted her. At first, she was like, that's impossible we live in Michigan and have never been in your part of the country. Then she talked to one of her grand kids who is a "scientist" and they explained it all to her. Based on the DNA, we knew she was my paternal grandmother so she had to talk to the 2 (i think) living sons and ask if they had sex around X year with someone that may have run down this way. And when it wasn't them, we figured out it was the son that died a few years ago. He didn't have a real great life - so that's exciting. Since then.. I've talked to my adopted parents about it, they're cool. I've talked off and on with grandma on the phone. Various relatives have done 23andme and Ancestry (I later did Ancestry) and I match up with all of them at the expected percentages.
It's... different. I wasn't really expecting to find anything when we did it other than my ancestral home. Certainly not grandma. I need to go up to Michigan to visit her some day because an 85 year old woman isn't going to live forever. And I'd like to find my maternal side but that's proving a bit more difficult and I'm sure mom is going to be as much fun as dad.