16 Words challenge - day 1

Ok, the word I'm using is actually from Day 2 of the challenge, but this is my blog and I do want I want.

Now, look, what I've written below is far from a masterpiece. It's not close to being finished work. And yes, I DO have to give these caveats every single time I write and share anything. I'll work on it, I promise. 

However, once I stopped writing and put my laptop down, I.... sobbed. Loudly and uncontrollably in the garden for a few minutes (sure do hope the neighbours weren't out there). So, masterpiece or not, finished or not, this was clearly a bit of therapy for me.

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Hiraeth

 In my mind's eye I see the clutter, mentally stumble over a misplaced box, catch myself, and pet the cat who's come to see what all the commotion was about. My mind wanders outside to the garden and chuckles at the state of the place - old cars, parts, random chairs... there are even broken down old boats out here. It's dystopian.
Don't let the chaos fool you, I feel safe here. My mind is free to wander and remember the warmth we left here.
In the living room sits my father. He's watching some nonsense on the TV about aliens, ancient people, or somesuch. You know the type. He's lecturing, animatedly, on the subject, to anyone who will listen.
The home is gone, the father is gone, the hiraeth lingers.

 

 Hiraeth (what it means) - https://www.bbc.com/travel/article/20210214-the-welsh-word-you-cant-translate 

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  1. This is beautiful and kind of sums up our years in that house/home 💚

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