Hiraeth is defined as a deep longing for home, homesickness tinged with grief. I think it is somewhere you would like to go but can’t anymore. It said in the definition that it is heard to translate into English. I read the history on this word and I think it’s more like a place that was once home but somehow doesn’t feel that way anymore. Here is a small example. I love my parents a great deal, I love going over and having my mother’s cooking but I won’t be able to live with them anymore. I have gotten a custom to running my household the way I want and my parents have gotten use to not having any of their children living with them. However my family and I had no choice when we had to stay with them for a month while our house got ready. There were five of us coming to invade my parent’s space. They were very welcoming but there was a few things I had to readjust to and so did my family. My father is not a fan of leftovers avers and we love leftovers like it is a part of the family. He thought me being there was is joy ride to fresh cooked meals town every day. He was so wrong. I would always try to make sure there was food in the house. Those 30 days could not go by fast enough. We love each other but distance makes the heart grows fonder. It’s so funny how we forget how your parents parent. They were parenting me parent my children. I would probably wright about a person that I wish I was still friends with. I could also wright about my first apartment. There are a few ways I can go with this.
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