Transplant does good, but still feels like an imposter

No one wants to hear from a transplant who's doing well, has a great family, and a decent yard. But here I am. I was fortunate to meet a local girl who had her head on straight (my opinion) and a family that was accepting of me. Woohoo! 

However, I still feel like an imposter. I've been told I'm becoming a “real local boy," but it doesn't feel like it. This could be my own anxiety and mental stress, which stems from my own goal of becoming “enlightened", if you will. Not becoming stagnant or being recognized as one thing or another. No set identity, like in Siddhartha. 

But

If I could do it all over again, I wouldn't change a thing. The level of pride, the Aloha that I have found, has grounded me. It has helped me refocus my efforts to become the best person I can be. 

Therefore, I must say thank you, rather mahalo, to the Hawaiians for this beautiful feeling and I pledge to perpetuate Aloha wherever I am. 

Aloha.