Tonight at work, this lady asked me if I missed home. I told her I do. But in my head I’m constantly filled with mixed emotions of home. I love Hawai’i, and I will always call it home, but we learn to grow up and move on. We each mature at different ages and I think I am at the point where I realize that home will only be a week stay, and Las Vegas will have my picture on an ID soon. I’m not sure how long Vegas will last, but I can assure you that I will be looking into New York, Washington, or maybe Japan in the future. My ambitions and goals are to high to restrict me to one place and I refuse to life the life of “what if or I wish I did”. Money is a huge factor but you have to spend some to get some. It’s scary to think about this, but I need to see the world; not stay on an island.