There was a throw pillow on my childhood couch stitched with the phrase, “Home is where the Navy sends us,” which was true – it had to be – we moved eleven times in 18 years. While duty stations frequently changed during my childhood, that pillow represented one of three unwavering constants: the Navy, my family, and the Catholic Church. As a young adult, I often wrestled with the question of where I was from, but I never struggled with who I was; my identity always felt well established. In adulthood things continued to change: I married, my wife and I started our own family, and over time, I lost my close affiliation with the Navy, but never separated from…