What is my identity?Am I Asian?
Am I Korean?
Am I American?
Am I a Asian-American?
Am I a Korean-American?
Or am I all of the above?
For the past three years, being away from Hawaii I have not fully felt grounded. From living in one dorm my Freshman year to moving into another my Sophomore year, then finally moving into a house with two of my guy friends I have never had the chance to feel at home. However, now that I am living off campus I feel a little peace of mind knowing I have an actual place in San Francisco. After a couple of months getting used to living in the house I feel more comfortable and am close to calling this place home... by the way what defines the word home? Dictionary.com pulled up thirty one different definitions and I chose the simplest one, "Any place of residence and refuge."
Does this really whole heartedly define what "home" means? For some it may be what they define as "home" and for others it could have a totally different meaning. Depending on the person and their experiences it will be different. I have yet to fully develop MY personal definition for "home" but as I spend more and more time away from Hawaii I am starting to get a slight, blurred idea of what it means to me. For now, I will just say that home is where my mother is, because she to me is home. Whenever I am with her I always feel comfortable, loved, safe, happy like a child, and content. Even if we were trapped in a cave somewhere (which could never happen because my mom is not much of a hiker or outdoorsy type... unless you count liking the park as being outdoorsy or walking to the grocery store to buy fruits... which is another story) I know these feelings will never change because as long as I am with her I will feel at home.
So to sum it up, home to me is where ever my mother is. She is my home. She gave birth to me, raised, took care, and provided as much as she could for me and my sister as a single mother, so I will forever know, feel, think that my mother is home. After all you are supposed to be comfortable at home to the point that you can run around in your under garments and not have a care in the world, right? Well, I am always comfortable when doing that around my mom, so I guess this gives evidence enough that my mom is my home. :)
As a final word, always cherish your relationships with your family members. They are the only people in the world who truly understand you and will have your back for you, no matter what. I am lucky enough to even be saying this because I have one amazing, loving, supportive, beautiful (inside and out) mother who I know will go to the moon and back for me and an awesome, supportive, realistic sister who though is busy has done so much for me and acted as my second mother, growing up. <3