When I first boarded the plane that took me from Vancouver to Honolulu, a flight attendant casually asked me whether or not I was on my way home. I smiled at her and for some reason, I wasn't able to form a response. She carried on down the aisle, forgetting our conversation as she readied the plane for take off and I sat perplexed by this quesiton. Did I look Hawaiian to her? It wasn't until I fell completely in sync with the Hawaiian lifestlye that I understood her question. She wasn't asking if I resided in Waikiki, or went to school at the University. Behind her question lie a series of others...did I know the extent of change that would find me, did I understand the secrets of the ocean, was I aware of what awaited me outside the airport, and would I be able to recognize any of this if it wasn't blatantly placed infront of me.
My trip to Hawaii wasn't one bit of what I was expecting. It was as unpredictable as it was confusing, as tiresome as it was trivial, and to say that my boundaries were overlooked would be an understatement. But it was also more captivating and mind-blowing than I could ever have imagined. Every experience that I derived from this trip has become a reminder of the greatness that we choose to forget. By unleashing your greatest fears or even choosing to believe in yourself, you take one step closer to becoming the person you're meant to be.
So now, as I look back on the people I met or the adventures I took part in, I understand what the flight attendant meant. Home is where you will it to be. And for me, well I found it within.
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