Many years ago, I was desperate to trace my family tree. I wanted to go back as far as I could, determined to find out who my ancestors were. I wanted to learn the names of my great great great grandparents and where they came from. I even had a fancy notebook that I used to fill in the blanks from information on Ancestry.com. Somewhere along the way, though, I lost interest in the details. As I witnessed my extended family disintegrate and go their separate ways, I stopped trying to insert myself into a history that I no longer really cared about. My roots suddenly don’t mean very much…