Gemotions

Clara twirled around her living room, her laughter echoing in the otherwise quiet space. She'd just finished decorating her new apartment, and the space felt perfect, filled with the promise of exciting things to come. She hadn't been able to keep still since she’d seen the email. She felt like she could fly.

The DNA results were in, and they were, well, unexpected. She always figured she was Italian. But the test had revealed a strong connection to a family in Ireland. It was something she'd never dreamed about.

She’d spent the morning looking at pictures of Ireland, the rolling green hills and the ancient castles. She felt a connection, a resonance. She felt like she already belonged there, even though she had never been.