When it rains in Indiana, I could almost imagine we were in Ireland. I look out my window and I see green fields of crops I know to be corn but could imagine were wheat, or barley, before it turns the colour of glazed corn and creates the summer patchwork that is so characteristic a view from any Irish window.
I feel you! I’m home at the moment for a month (live in America, haven’t been back since last summer) and I want to soak it all in, every second of the day which is overwhelming and hard to do (especially with a toddler and a baby) because I know all too soon I’ll be back in the land of shit bread and no Superquinn sausages. I hope your visit comes soon 🤞🏼
Totally relate. 7yrs in Canada and still pine for "home' 🇮🇪
You might like "The Giant on the Skyline". It's about homesickness, moving and clever
I feel you! I’m home at the moment for a month (live in America, haven’t been back since last summer) and I want to soak it all in, every second of the day which is overwhelming and hard to do (especially with a toddler and a baby) because I know all too soon I’ll be back in the land of shit bread and no Superquinn sausages. I hope your visit comes soon 🤞🏼