Am I A Pacific Islander? I was born in the Pacific, on an island - New Zealand - and there's no arguing with New Zealand being smack bang in the southern Pacific Ocean.
Consulting Dr Google, I find a Pacific Islander is "a native or inhabitant of any of the islands in the South Pacific, especially an indigenous person of Polynesia".
No Polynesian blood in my veins, but I did spend nearly four years living in Fiji as a young child. My sister was born there and would tell people "if you scratch my skin, I'm brown underneath" - she believed she was Fijian, and was not distracted by her blond hair and blue eyes.
I'm discounting the "West Island" from this Pacific Island census, and not just because I don't want to be an Australian (without insulting my Australian friends, I'm over the abhorrent Aussie policies around refugees, and Kiwis) - it is a continent, not an island.
This question of identity was posed as part of New Frontiers, a gathering in the Hutt Valley I attended this week. Hosted in part by Kiwi Connect - an organisation encouraging global entrepreneurs to New Zealand to help grow startups and tech innovation - the event had an incredible commitment to sustainability and creativity. The environment was a mix of high-tech gear alongside wheat-germ smoothies and composting toilets. We had musical interludes from Trinity Roots' Warren Maxwell and poetry by award-winning Ben Stokes, plus a demonstration of the latest virtual-reality technology.