When I first entered class on the 3rd week of January. Our professor had instructed us about the term “Hiraeth”. I sat down and thought. What the hell is a Hiraeth? Is it some Celtic warrior that fights in the middle ages for his family and honor? What is he talking about? He later explained that it was a welsh term for a “longing for a lost home.”
My first thought was what home am I longing for? I have to type a paper that is more than 1000 words and have no idea what type of “home” do I need to transcribe? So, I thought maybe home is something we I don’t long for. Maybe it’s something a lot more personal then I think it would be. Like a feeling of loneliness or isolation. Where you hope for a better home. I started tracing back to the earliest days of my childhood. The times where I would go to my Babysitters house and just make Oriental food with her. She was always interesting person. Her house was minimalist and kept very clean and tidy. She came from Thailand to be an architect and eventually lost her job. She had no understanding of computers or technology. So, she started doing babysitting as a something to make up for it. I could say that her home was something I long for. A place with no clutter and a lot of space to think and meditate. She was a Buddhist and passed her teachings from her monks to other people. Which lead to me to changing my religion. From Christianity to a Buddhist. Which also changed my perspective of life. Which was to be very minimalist and remove the fear and hatred that keeps us at a bind. Being fully aware of ourselves, actions and surroundings.
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Here is where I blog for our English Composition class. I am a student at DCCC and is 22 years old.
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