You're Not Italian
Barricade and Sunflowers, Prosper TX.
Unless you grew up in Italy, speak Italian, and genuinely identify with the culture, you're not Italian. You're Italian-American, or just American — or Mexican, or South African, or whatever — and that's cool in and of itself.
My eyes nearly roll out of my skull every time someone explains a personality trait by invoking their ancestry. I'm so passionate... must be the Greek in me! I'm stubborn because I'm Irish. No. You're passionate because your parents were, and your environment let that quality flourish. You're stubborn because you're tired, or because you're right, or because that's just who you are.
Ethnicity doesn't own personality traits. That's not how genetics works, and it's not how culture works, either.
Here's the uncomfortable fact hiding under all those heritage DNA kits: "German DNA" and "Nigerian DNA" don't biologically exist. Those are political borders drawn over populations that have been moving, mixing, and redefining themselves for millennia. Your genetic markers might cluster near a particular region, but that doesn't mean your ancestors spoke that language, identified with that culture, or lived within those borders since the beginning of time. There are exceptions, such as families rooted in the same English village for three centuries, but they're vanishingly rare.
You talk with your hands because you like to. You're careful with money because that's your nature. You make strong coffee because strong coffee is correct.
Identity is something you live, not something a cheek swab confirms. Be the person you actually are, shaped by where you were born, how you were raised, and what you chose to become. That's a richer story than whatever percentage a DNA report assigns you.