I have been a bit homesick lately. Not just for the home I grew up in, but for a place in general. It’s hard to explain. I feel this yearning for home, but I am just quite sure where ‘home’ is. I think the actual word is hiraeth, a Welsh word meaning a homesickness that can’t be translated. Whatever it is, I have felt it. There’s the town I grew up in, just outside of Athens. A small, sleepy bedroom community that has blossomed over the years to a place proud of its roots and traditions as it reaches towards the future. I spent the first 25 years of my life fighting like mad to get out of that town, only to have spent the better part of the last 15 trying fervently to get back. I miss it. I miss my family that lives there. I miss the friends I have known since I was just a few years old, and all the memories we made. And I miss my home.