identitySPECIALIST

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.