tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567803528846692417.post7477437815728608776..comments2017-08-10T05:46:03.480-07:00Comments on Mental Sofa: HOME IS WHERE YOU HANG YOUR HEARTIngridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15080615831488934497noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567803528846692417.post-14413201207250819282013-03-09T18:04:15.126-08:002013-03-09T18:04:15.126-08:00I fell in love with the Welsh word hiraeth because...I fell in love with the Welsh word hiraeth because it seems to describe just that sense of longing... It hits me in the spring here, when I catch of a whiff of something that smells like Turkey. Then when I'm there I miss here...Deniz Bevanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17134553551048836979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567803528846692417.post-767105471836859132013-02-20T10:29:33.918-08:002013-02-20T10:29:33.918-08:00Your feelings on being an immigrant reflect my tho...Your feelings on being an immigrant reflect my thoughts on the subject as well. I consider myself to be an American, but the yearning for my country of birth will remain within me forever. The U.S. has been my home for 64 years and I feel allegiance to it, but when I travel to Latvia, I call it "going home" though it bears no resemblance to the home I knew so long ago. <br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com