17
Mar
St Patrick’s day
Today is the day I miss home the most all year. St. Patrick’s Day. Why do I miss a country I’ve never even been to? Why do I feel so close to a tradition I don’t know? Perhaps it’s because I’m searching for a home—a home where the people who live nearby are kind, warm-hearted, and willing to shake your hand, eager to help rather than just take advantage. No photos today. Just a little music. And this longing. An immense longing for goodness, beauty, and truth—and above all, for a home—safe and good. Like Ireland.
