Hireth, a Cornish word for which there is no direct English translation. It describes an intangible feeling, a longing for the familiarity and comfort of a place.
I’m finding my roots, making connections, putting down some new roots. But I awoke this morning in my noisy windowless dorm, with a bad case of Hireth, missing the magical sky and pink light and silence from St Ives. Then I realised how lucky I am to have found another, just different, place to call home.
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