Personal Identity

Last Christmas I revived a Pandora bracelet from my mom. A jewelry feign herself is obsessed with the company, already having two bracelet of her own. She bought the bracelets for my sister and I telling us how significant every bead is and how the bracelet itself depicts a story of the events in our life. Assuming I rolled my eyes and laughed, I have now come to realize how correct she was. When looking at my bracelet, I am able to recall at exactly which instance I received each bead, who gave it to me and for which reason I received it. In essence it is like a scrapbook. Each bead significantly different, yet all tied together by a common bond. As i look back over the past year I am able to see the many occasions, holidays and turning points in which I now have a collection of memories. To any outsider while looking at this bracelet one is able to see my personality, hobbies, and interest just gazing at my wrist. This bracelet is not only a direct reflection on my identity, but my life as a whole as well. As Karen states in the reading "The house is not merely a possession or a structure of unfeeling walls. It is an extension of my physical body and my sense of self that reflects who i was, am and want to be."