Why is it that traveling holds such allure for many, including myself? Is it the allure of venturing into the unknown? An escape from the daily grind that consumes our lives? Perhaps it’s the thrill of witnessing breathtaking places and immersing ourselves in diverse cultures.
It’s likely a combination of these reasons and more! There’s a Welsh word, Hiraeth, that I find intriguing. I must confess, I’m not entirely sure how to pronounce it correctly, but I’ve stumbled upon a translation that resonates deeply with me. Now, I must rely on the internet for its definition since I don’t have any Welsh speakers around to confirm. Nevertheless, I’ve grown fond of its meaning—a longing for a home that one can never return to, perhaps a home that never truly existed. In my adventures, maybe I’m seeking to find a sense of home, knowing that the one I once had is no longer within reach. I encourage you to look up this word, Hiraeth. It has truly captivated my imagination. What are your thoughts on this word?