I just came home from Hawaii. I love going home and seeing things and places that have so much significance for me – places where I experienced my first “you name it” or places that have shaped my identity. There are some places that I go to where there used to be a restaurant or store – but is no longer there. Those are always great surprises.
As I drove around this time, I couldn’t help but think about how “places” has shaped my identity. There would be restaurants that we went to that would have certain memories of people and activities. I couldn’t believe how much a place shaped my identity.
I identify very strongly with Hawaii – specifically Oahu – more specifically the Windward side – and not just Kaneohe, but Kahaluu – I find myself talking about how many Haoles I see around – jogging. You don’t jog in Kahaluu!! Well, they do now.
And the whole haole thing – I mean, I married a haole girl. We are going to have hapa kids, but I got to the North Shore and all of a sudden I’m disgusted by the hotels and the traffic.
You can take the local boy out of the Islands, but you can’t take the Islands out of the local boy.