Hireath (noun) Origin: Welsh | HEER-eyeth A homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was.

Home is wherever I hang my hat.  ~~Miriam Margolyes

It’s so funny to me.  I only lived there for three years out of the fifty-five I have under my belt.  It was my home for such a very short time.  It’s not that I cannot return to it, it is not that it never was my home.  It was.  I knew it was not really my forever home. It did feel sometimes that I had been there forever.

Those days and times, they were so vivid.  I sometimes dream of going back there and living forever.  I sometimes have dreams I am, in fact, there.  I wake up and feel a homesickness like that of when I am missing my native home.  The people.  The food.  The friends. The hikes. The smells, tastes, and sounds.

I have lived in many other places and have loved most of them.  However, this is the place I feel most tied to and one day … I am sure I will go back.

“Rhys absorbed that with chagrin. “No one has ever accused me of being a romantic,” he said ruefully.
“If you were, how would you propose?”
He thought for a moment. “I would begin by teaching you a Welsh word. Hiraeth There’s no equivalent in English.”
“Hiraeth,” she repeated, trying to pronounce it with a tapped R, as he had.
“Aye. It’s a longing for something that was lost, or never existed. You feel it for a person or a place, or a time in your life…it’s a sadness of the soul. Hiraeth calls to a Welshman even when he’s closest to happiness, reminding him that he’s incomplete.”
Her brow knit with concern. “Do you feel that way?”
“Since the day I was born.” He looked down into her small, lovely face. “But not when I’m with you. That’s why I want to marry you.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Marrying Winterborne

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The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned. ~~ Maya Angelou

“Do you know that high fever which invades us in our cold suffering, that aching for a land we do not know, that anguish of curiosity? There is a country which resembles you, where everything is beautiful, sumptuous, authentic, still, where fantasy has built and adorned a western China, where life is sweet to breathe, where happiness is wed to silence. That is where to live, that is where to die!”

– Invitation to a Voyage”
― Charles Baudelaire, Paris Spleen and Wine and Hashish

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Heimweh (noun) Origin: German | Homesickness.

“I felt a pang — a strange and inexplicable pang that I had never felt before.
It was homesickness.  Now, even more than I had earlier when I’d first glimpsed it, I longed to be transported into that quiet little landscape, to walk up the path, to take a key from my pocket and open the cottage door, to sit down by the fireplace, to wrap my arms around myself, and to stay there forever and ever.”
― Alan Bradley

As much as I love to travel.  As much as I love new experiences.  As much as I love a variety of food and drink.  As much as I love making new friends.  As much as I love the open road.  As much as I love flying.  As much as I love taking the train.  As much as I love new sceneries.  As much as I love the sounds of an unfamiliar culture.   As much as I love who I become in a new surrounding.  As much as I love the view of an unfamiliar landscape from an open hotel window.  As much as I love everything about every other place in the world….

There is nothing I love more than home.





“Maybe you had to leave in order to really miss a place; maybe you had to travel to figure out how beloved your starting point was.” ― Jodi Picoult

Homesick: Nawazish; pianogirl; susi; rugby; sang; iqra; christy; gdutta; manoj; jonathan; dale; cassandra

Weekly Photo Challenge: Home

The daily post’s last photo challenge was HOME.  I thought about being a bit abstract, as in, “where ever I hang my hat is my home” but realized how much work that would be and decided against it.

Considering most of my last 6 years have involved not living in my hometown I decided to focus on my home and family.  I hope you enjoy.

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“Home wasn’t a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place, but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.”
― Sarah DessenWhat Happened to Goodbye

Weekly Photo Challenge: Urban – Spokane – Going Home

The photo challenge this week was, Urban. I was excited because I LOVE urban/street photography. My first impression of “urban” involved inner city pictures in stark black and white, colorful graffiti laden walls or magnificent buildings, parks and festivities like these from San Francisco, Venezuela, D.C. and New York.

However, the challenge stated “The idea behind urban photography is to photograph your city and the streets where you grew up as they are.  My response to this was, “Oh no, boring.”  I do love a challenge however and so to my city as I saw it on my last visit I go.  I hope you enjoy.

Spokane, Washington – My hometown.

Dick’s Hamburgers. A Spokane ICON.

A river runs through it. Site of the 1974 World’s Fair.

Riverfront Park after the 1974 World’s Fair

Spokane Courthouse across the river from the downtown area.

John Rogers High School. Class of 1985 – Go Pirates.

Whitworth Univeristy. Class of 1998 and again 2003.

The Elk. A local pub in historical Brown’s Addition.

Brown’s addition at my sister’s house.

The Red Wagon in Riverfront Park

Neighborhood Christmas decorations. Yup.

What can I say.  Spokane IS my hometown and no matter how far away I go, I always come back to it.  I was born and raised here. Lived my entire life up to 18 here.  Came back when I was about 23 with my two daughters and spent another 10 years here.  Most vacations I get I go back.  It’s a great place to raise a family and is surrounded by nature 100%.

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There are valleys, mountains and streams in every direction AND it’s only about a 4-5 hour drive from Seattle.  I love Spokane and the family and friends I have there.  I hope you enjoyed reading this and looking at the pictures as much as I enjoyed putting it together.

This week’s photo challenge with the daily post is guest hosted by Terence S. Jones of A Guy With a Camera

Urban. The idea behind urban photography is to photograph your city and the streets where you grew up as they are. Unlike the photoshopped pictures to which we are accustomed nowadays, urban photography presents a more direct, unaltered view of life. It is about documenting urban living space and how people adapt their environment to certain needs and vice versa. Urban photography shots provide cultural, social, economical, and ecological context all at once, and can capture social tension.

Think of urban photography as a complement to street photography—it provides the context in which street photography unfolds.

Share a photo that means URBAN to you!

Terence S. Jones is an Atlanta-based photographer. Check out his blog,Terence S. Jones Photography – A Guy With a Camera. There, you will find regular updates and current projects as well as other photography-related topics. You can follow him on Facebook and Twitter.