Dorul

untranslatable word in Romanian – (English: Longing)

Home is where your mom makes you baked bread and serves you with a cup of hot tea and freshly made orange jam.  Home is where people forgive. Home is where it brings us all together, and home is where you have sometimes a silly fight or two with your little brother😄.

Summer has come, and the luggage is not ready yet.  Skype and WhatsApp calls from your family reminds you constantly of coming home, but you are busy with your new life.  You have paychecks to pay, you have your career/studying that needs to be balanced and furthermore you have life duties.  But in all this mess, we all sometimes feel nostalgic about the past, when we were just little kids.  The way we spent the days in the bright sun playing with our friends.  Taking tree branches and making a play house.  Imagining ourselves that we were rich by counting leaves.  Making lots of delicious food with sand and last but not the least making flower crowns out of chamomile. 

Today, we must count real money and must cook real food.  We must make our own houses with real walls and real furniture.  And even though we see a beautiful meadow with poppy flowers, we don’t have the need any more to pluck them all and make a crown.  Sometimes I do go back to my childhood house, yet things are different now.  The friends are not anymore there, some have gone abroad and some are busy with their new lives.  But still a piece of me misses the way my parents/grandparents cooked delicious pies with cottage cheese and after a long day of playing outside I would come home, barely dragging my little feet and eat the food without thinking about the calories.  I would run into the pantry and find the best stewed fruit juice (Kompot), usually the one made with sweet-sour cherries, to combine it with the pie. 

When we’re young we wish to grow up, and when we’re an adult we wish to be a child again.  We wish to have the same life as before, without responsibilities and without worrying too much about the future.  Our life is like an hourglass.  Every second that ticks, we get older but wiser.  It is said “Home is where the heart is”.  And I think it’s totally true as long as your family have the deepest affection and emotional state toward you.  Don’t forget who grew you up, because one day those people won’t be there any more, to support and care for you.  Take more time to visit and care for them, the same as they did to you.

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