(n) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.
I’ve felt the same way most of my life. I’ve finally found a home here on Earth, but I still yearn for that real home, the one I came from. Have you ever read any of Rumi’s poetry. He too speaks of home beyond this life.
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I’ve felt the same way most of my life. I’ve finally found a home here on Earth, but I still yearn for that real home, the one I came from. Have you ever read any of Rumi’s poetry. He too speaks of home beyond this life.
Don’t give up, Katki. We can go back. I have no idea how, but a little leprechaun told me it’s possible, just before he got carted off by the police.