Home
Wherever we lived there was only one place you called 'home'. A place left behind reluctantly - yet necessarily for your survival. Every year, twice a year, we would go 'home' with you. Walk the same streets that mapped your memories onto your heart. See the same friends and family who continued their lives once we were gone. Breathed in the same cold, damp air Liffey-tinged and gazed at the distant beauty of the Dublin mountains. Home. You never really left it behind, did you? Or was it that it never really let you go?
Beautiful! 💛✨
Magnificent! Isn't it?