This week, I went home. But what does that mean; the little word home? Where is it; the place called home?
Where is my home?
Where is my home?
Home is where the heart is, they say. And my heart is in Ireland. It walks on the cliffs. It plays with sheep. It likes the music on the streets. It lies down in the green grass. It goes out for a pint. It dances in a nightclub. It enjoys coffee in Stephen’s Green, sitting in the sun. It goes shopping in Grafton Street. It wants to learn Irish. It enjoys college life. It meets new people. It likes the Irish. It watches the seals in Howth. It walks through the Wicklow Mountains. It drives around the Ring of Kerry and enjoys the views. It speaks different languages. It is in Cork for a weekend, shopping at the English Market. It learns a lot in college. It likes the Irish accents. It goes swimming in Kinsale in March. It’s happy. And when I say, let’s go back to Germany; it hides behind the hills, where the Leprechauns live. It doesn’t want to leave. And me neither.
Dear Antonia,
ReplyDeleteI follow your blog every week. I like your design, your pictures, your videos and the way you arrange everything. It looks nice and interesting at the first look.
But more important: I like the way you are telling your story and I can identify with it. And it makes me think: Where is my home? Or better: Where is my heart?
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I'm looking forward to every new post.
Big compliment!
Dear Antonia, I totally get your point! I have been away from home (as the place where I was born and my family and friends are) for 3 years now and during this time I lived in 6 different places. I've never been at the same place longer than 2 weeks because I couldn't keep myself quiet enough to stay. The problem is, somewhere on the way during the last few years I lost my feeling for being home. I feel save, comfortable and happy whereever I am at the moment but I do feel deracinated ever since. I would love to feel Ireland or whatever place being my home just for the moment but I don't. I really lost home and I don't know if that feeling will come back again.
ReplyDeleteWhere is home? That's a really good question! My mom always says that home is where you wash your clothes, so I think Dublin is my home now. But in just some weeks Norway is home again.
ReplyDeleteLove your blog!
Hey Antonia, I think it's great how you describe your new home. I find your words very poetic. Especially when I read your lines, I get a very good sense of how it is in Dublin, or better in all of Ireland. You describe everything so precisely. I hope you still experience a lot during your stay abroad, because it is fun to follow your reports.
ReplyDeleteThis post is lovely:)i really like it!!
ReplyDeleteThere's something i think, you said your home is where your hearth is..and your hearth is inside you..no matter what is gonna happen you are your home, you can built your own home wherever you are, wherever you want..and that's exactly what you are doing..