I relate to the Welsh word hiraeth a lot today. Hiraeth is the deep longing for something. Something that isn't home but feels like home. Maybe that's why my mind keeps wandering to the places which felt like home once, with people who felt like home once, to situations which felt like home once.
I can't decide how to really define the word "home" anymore. For the dictionary might say it is a place someone lives. But, this year has redefined the concept of home for me.
I'm yet to find the words that feel right, yet to find the homey feeling in a place called home and yet to stay in the present rather than wandering to places, people and situations feeling like home.
Which is why I'm longing for a little warmth, a longer hug, hour long phone calls and something undefined.