My definition of home vary’s, some of my homes are people, but I have one main home.
Ireland
I was born and raised here in Ireland. I have never considered it to be my home. In Ireland, polish people face, yes quite a lot of discrimination, but thats not why Ireland isn’t my home.
My “home”
For me, my defintion of “home”. Is Poland,my granny’s apartment, from a young age, it was my favorite place to be. Theres playgrounds scattered around the area surrounding her apartment, as well as quick shops,which i loved when i was younger. I love the scent of her apartment, it brings be comfort. I love the rooms, and the signature beads which you go through when passing into the kitchen.
Why I love Poland
I love Poland,and for me, it is my “home”. I love the meals, i love the sweets. I love pierogi, and rosol, i love my granny meals. I love the electric scooters me and my cousin went on. I love the culture, and the history. I love when it snows in Poland, I love seeing my family, I love each part of Poland
I love the language, and the pros and cons. I love the signature tall apartment buildings.
It makes me smile..
When im walking in Ireland, ad here someone speaking polish, it makes me smile. When i meet a polish person, it makes me smile. I love things which remind me of Poland.