Identity crisis… existential questions during cuarentena

To further complicate the identity mierda, I was also 18 the first time I went to Puerto Rico; but, I've been so many times that I've literally lost track. My husband's Puerto Rican, I've been given an honorary Puerto Rican/Caribbean card by several Puerto Ricans, including my suegra. I speak Spanish fluently and have a slight Caribbean accent when doing so, I worship Marc Anthony and Hector Lavoe, my favorite dessert is flan, favorite music genere is probably reggaeton (#rachetontheinside)... así que..... What the heck am I?