I have written similar ideas before, but I am always amazed at how much I learn about myself when I go home. Home – my parent’s home. It doesn’t hurt that home is Hawaii. It’s beautiful here. Normally, the surroundings and the scenery – and the food – is what I realize has shaped my identity.
This time around I have seen so many people from my past – people that I love and care much about that makes me realize that they all have shaped me in some way. They have disciplined me – encouraged me – loved me – laughed at me – and the stories that are told about past experiences just demonstrate how much home and identity just kinda go together.