When I was composing My Hiraeth, I worked by myself. Working on my own is most of the time, the best option for me. When by myself for My Hiraeth typing was the best option for me because it helps me to concentrate much better with no distraction. I like to listen to music as I compose my work. The most difficult part of my composition was the thought process. It was difficult to find a point in my life that I yearned a home that I could not go back to. I helped overcome this by thinking for a few minutes. I wrote this composition a few days before it was due and I believe was the best thing for me to do at the time because it gave me plenty of time to revise and edit. I composed my work on My Hiraeth at home on my computer where I could be alone and listen to music while I type. I chose to write about the time I was a child, because it was the best part of my life and since I am not a child anymore, I can reflect upon the past and see that I miss it very much and wish I could go back: hence my hiraeth. For future revision of my work I have a SIX-STEP process:
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My hiraeth. A term that can describe a yearning for a home that I can’t go back to. Or at least I never had. The word as I have learned comes from Wales which is part of the UK. The word was used by the Welsh people. A clever word that has no direct definition in the English language. As quick-witted as the word is, it is a perfect expression to describe an anecdote I can reflect and visualize my hiraeth.
Morning time. A time to get up, and breathe the crisp air of a tranquil dream that cascaded in my childhood life. I yawned and stretched as I prepared to wake from my bed. The sun was shining through my window blinders on my window in front of me. The sunlight beamed onto my tube TV and the TV stand in which a Pokémon toy ball sat on. The sunrays beamed across my room with some glistening dust floating across the air inside. I could see as I sat upright in my bed, the light casted upon my shiny toys like my game consoles, computer, and my Hot Wheels collection that I enjoyed much so. My Mac computer perched on a desk with a blue lamp that paralleled the color of my walls. As I jumped out of my bed, musings flashed across my noggin. Exhilarated to play with some of my friends in my neighborhood I quickly got dressed, sped past the front door and scampered to my closest friend’s house, Cody. He was appreciable and our time together could last an eternity. We played multiplayer videogames in a room, we explored our countryside neighborhood, rode bikes, drove go karts, and all kinds of other fun activities that kids would normally do. The instant I got to their front door, I rang the doorbell. His dad answered the door. I asked, “Is Cody home?” He replied with an up and down nod the he turned around to get him. I waited a couple minutes outside the door, leaning on a tree with a few wind pinwheels on the ground surrounding the tree and some yard decor. He came out and we headed out to our bikes while yelling at each other about what we planned to do that day. We separated then he jumped on his bike in the car driveway of his place and I jumped on mine in the car garage of my house. We met each other on the road in front of his house, next to mine. We were next-door neighbors so it didn’t take much time at all to visit each other. We decided to see who could ride a bike the fastest. We both had a little analog speedometer on our bikes. We counted down, then pushed on the bike pedals. We coasted down the road and Into a winding curve that steeped downhill around an old tree faster and faster. The road made a circle down and back up around the huge tree, then back to Cody’s house. I had won the race but still was very fun to Cody as he said. We threw down our bikes in his front yard after the race to go into his house and play video games. We jolted through his front door, past his parents and ran upstairs into his room, then crashed on the floor and turned on the Nintendo 64. We both had a controller and played Vigilante 8. It was a game that had a car-warfare theme. We played for hours on the Nintendo and then played Halo on the original Xbox. Halo was a shooting game that had aliens in it. We had so much fun shooting aliens together and playing against each other. After hours of beating aliens and shooting rockets at cars, we departed for the day and enjoyed the rest of our day at home, eating dinner and enjoying the rest of the free time we had. At home while it was dawn, I had a great dinner my Dad that he made, then watched the Digimon movie that was released the previous year of 1999. It was a really thrilling movie at my age. This wasn’t just a one-day thing. For a few years my childhood life was filled with moments like this. I had other friends I played with at the time. The yearning for those moments have crafted the perfect term that exists not in the English language. It exists in the language in which the Welsh cleverly weaved together. The word is Hiraeth. The youthful years I enjoyed, was a time I wish I could go back to, but can’t. It is a time I yearn for. My Hiraeth.
When I first heard about the word, “hiraeth”, I immediately began to think it was a word out of a movie that takes place in like the Medieval times or something , but then I did more research on it. It turned out that the term was not an English word and is a Welsh word. IT’s meaning is complex as it can’t be directly translated into English. Instead, the closest way to describe what the term means is – to be homesick/nostalgic for a home you have lost or never existed. It is an interesting term to me which makes me want to know more about the Celtics who came up with the word. For my assignment, I am suppose to write about something in my life that relates to that word. Some possibilities I have are of many. One possible thing I could refer to is part of my childhood. Between the ages of around 5 to 7 or 8, I felt very happy with how my life was going. Friends to play with all the time. Plenty of fun things to do, almost no harsh punishments because my father taught me in a different and more patient way, satisfying moments of bliss. It wasn’t perfect of course, but was a time I wish I could go back to and I consider home. The time of no adult responsibilities, almost no stress, good grades in school, and so on. I was very happy with my life during this period. Another possible “hiraeth” moment I guess I could put as so, is my yearning of going back to the time of High School. If I were to have finished High School years ago and gone to college right after, I would have felt much at home and not regretted my decisions. Many possibilities, many things to discuss. Hiraeth seems like a well-thought of term to spell out someone’s life or nostalgia. Thanks to this assignment, I am digging deeper into the realms of the historical literature of an ancient culture.
My hiraeth. A term that can describe a yearning for a home that I can’t get back to. Or at least I have never had. The word as I’ve learned comes from Wales which is part of the UK. The word was used by the Welsh people. A clever word that has no direct definition in the English language. As quick-witted as the word is, it is a perfect expression to describe an anecdote I can reflect and visualize my hiraeth. Morning time. A time to get up, and breathe the crisp air of a tranquil dream that cascaded in my childhood life. I yawned and stretched as I prepared to wake from my bed. The sun was shining through my window blinders on my window and front of me. The sunlight beamed onto my tube TV and the stand in which a toy Pokémon ball sat on. The sunrays waved across my room with some glistening dust floating across the air in my room. I could see as I sat upright in my bed, the light cast upon my shiny toys that I enjoyed much so. Many game consoles and a Mac computer perched on a desk with a blue lamp that paralleled the color of my walls. As I jumped out of my bed, musings flashed across my noggin. Exhilarated to play with some of my friends in my neighborhood, my actions to dress up were of the past in a flash. I sped past the front door and scampered to my closest friend, Cody. He was appreciable and our time together could last an eternity. We played multiplayer videogames in a room, we explored our countryside neighborhood. Rode bikes, drove go karts, and all kinds of other fun activities. The instant I got to their front door, I rang the doorbell. His dad answered the door. I asked, “Is Cody home?” He replied with a “yes” nod and turned around to get him. I waited a couple minutes outside the door, leaning on a tree with a few wind pinwheels on the ground surrounding the tree. He came out and we headed out to our bikes while yelling at each other about what we planned to do. We separated, then he jumped on his bike in the car driveway and I jumped on mine in the car garage. We met each other on the road in front of his house, next to mine. We were next-door neighbors so it didn’t take much time to visit each other. We decided to see who could ride a bike the fastest. We both had a little analog speedometer on our bikes. We counted down, then pushed on the bike pedals. We coasted down the road and Into a winding curve that steeped downhill around an old tree faster and faster. The road made a circle down and back up around a huge tree, then back to Cody’s house. Cody won the race but still was very fun. We threw down our bikes after the race to go into his house and play videogames. We jolted through his front door, past his parents and ran upstairs into his room, then crashed on the floor and turned on the Nintendo 64. We both had a controller and played Vigilante 8. It was a game that had a car-warfare theme. We played for hours on the Nintendo and then played Halo on the original Xbox. Halo was a shooting game that had aliens in it. We had so much fun shooting aliens together and playing against each other. After hours of beating aliens and shooting rockets at cars, we departed for the day and enjoyed the rest of our day at home, eating dinner and enjoying the rest of the free time we had. At home while it was dawn, I had a great dinner my Dad made, then watched a Digimon movie from 1999. It was a really thrilling movie at my age. This wasn’t just a one-day thing. For a few years my childhood life was filled with moments like this. I had other friends I played with at the time. The yearning for those moments have crafted the perfect term that exists not in the English language. It exists in the language in which the Welsh cleverly weaved together. The word is Hiraeth. The youthful years I enjoyed, was a time I wish I could go back to, but can’t. It is a time I yearn for. My Hiraeth.
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