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Mark Kureishy's avatar

Longing. And being. Both so elusive to describe, but together so easy to understand. And yet, always and ever just out of reach for many of us.

I know, for instance, where I’m from, and where I am now, but I still have no idea where I belong. And, most probably, never will.

Thanks for this lovely piece, Laura.

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Laura McDonagh's avatar

Thanks, Mark. I hope you find some peace even if you don’t find definitive answers 💖

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Mike Murray's avatar

It helps to see this exists. Great line whoever said that. Apart from that ego trip, thoughtful and persuasive as always. I can't wait for your memoir to be published!

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Laura McDonagh's avatar

Someone very wise said it 😆 thank you, as always, for everything xx

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andsoistopped's avatar

I’d completely forgotten how growing up in the late 70s and through the 80s just how racist we were about the Irish. Yuck. 🤮

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Laura McDonagh's avatar

Liked this but obviously I don’t LIKE it (but I do appreciate the comment!) xx

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andsoistopped's avatar

Indeed. The remembrance of those days brought a palpable shiver all over. Yuck.

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Ellen Chapman's avatar

I really enjoyed this piece Laura - I’ve always been fascinated by ideas of belonging and identity and home, and how these can change over time almost without us noticing. There’s a Welsh word that fits the sense of dislocation and longing you write about - hiraeth, which is a home sickness for a place or a time that’s gone. I moved to the North East 20 years ago, so it feels both like home and not.

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Laura McDonagh's avatar

Thank you, Ellen 💖 “homesick for a place or time that’s gone” - love that. Need that word in my life!

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