I’m a perpetual wanderer. Or so I’d like to be.

Travel, as you may well know, is a huge part of who I am. I love to explore new places, discover new cultures, experience new parts of myself. All the cliché things that those who travel often say.

Yet, lately, I haven’t so much experienced my usual wanderlust but, rather, something the Germans call Fernweh.

It’s a bit like wanderlust, you see. A longing to travel, to wander off to the far off places, to explore the places you’ve never known. The key difference though, lies in the felt nature of the words.

From my understanding, Fernweh encompasses all that is wanderlust… with the caveat that the longing is more of a homesickness.

How can you be homesick for a place you’ve never been, you ask? If only I had the answer. Somehow though, I’ve felt this feeling.

For the past few weeks, I’ve been pining for a little place called Portland, Oregon. Ah yes, the so-called hipster capital of America. Where food is farm-to-table. Where there are bike paths everywhere. Where there is over 10,000 acres of public parks.

I’ve never been to Portland. And sure, it sounds picturesque but, if I’m being honest, I’m not exactly the “highly walkable city” type. Nor the farm-to-table type. Nor the hiking-every-chance-I-get type. Not to say I don’t like the sound of an environmentally conscious city but, it’s not exactly my passion.

But here I am, experiencing Fernweh for Portland, Oregon. I miss the city. Truly. I couldn’t tell you how that’s possible but, I have this insatiable yearning to return there. Like I’ve been there before.

Our minds are funny things. They play tricks on us all the time. So maybe this is my mind playing an early April Fools on me. Or maybe Fernweh is real and I somehow feel homesick for a place I’ve never been.

Now, who wants to go to Portland with me?



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Missing home.

I am good at long distance. Always have been. Maybe I’m a bit too callous or I’ve always had more of a free spirit but, I am good at long distance. I don’t often miss people. I don’t miss familiarity. I don’t miss my bed or my posters or the smell of my home.

Then again, I’ve never really lived away from home like this. I’ve travelled for lengthy periods. I’ve stayed in my university town for months at a time without so much as a one night visit home. But now I’m 3000 miles away. More than that. And I can’t just drive back. I have to plan. Book a flight. Fly in a metal machine across a giant ocean.

And I am missing home. I’m missing the drive down to Tim Hortons to grab a bad but, cheap cup of coffee. I’m missing the Friday nights with the people I have been best friends with since grade school. I’m missing sleepovers at my friends’ houses. I’m missing arguing with my family face-to-face instead of over text message and a bad wifi connection.

I’m missing the people who know me best. The places that I find comforting like my church and the book store 5 minutes away and the park up path across from my house and the lakeshore. My room with all my posters of Audrey Hepburn and Johnny Depp and the Beatles and the Friends cast. The stupid white shirt with the swallows on it that I couldn’t find before coming back to Ireland.

The cheap sushi restaurants in the city I lived in for two years. The absolutely abysmal subway where one line breaks down and the whole system falls apart. The neighbourhoods that I used to explore on Sundays. The streets whose names I know. The barista that always knew I wanted a skinny white peppermint mocha with no whip and no foam. The Jays fans invading all of downtown in their jerseys and caps. Everything.

I am good at long distance. But recently, I am not.

I’m done.

I’m done hearing that 50 people have been murdered while they were enjoying themselves on a night out. I’m done hearing that a school was put on lockdown because of a suspected shooter. I’m done hearing about people dying in the cinema because they chose to watch a film. I’m done hearing about concert goers and singers being shot at venues when they come together to appreciate art. I’m done hearing about it all.

The mass murders. The shooting sprees. The planned attacks. I can’t do it anymore. My heart is aching. It doesn’t stop. Every day I wake up and see another article about another shooting. About one person who is suspected to be motivated by the Islamic State. Or about a person with mental health difficulties who had access to a gun. Or about a kid picking up his father’s gun and going to school.

It needs to stop. These are senseless acts perpetuated by loopholes in buying guns. Loopholes that should have been resolved after the first shooting, or better yet, before the first one. I cannot understand a government that has had 133 mass shootings in a span of seven years and does nothing.

This is me, standing up and saying that gun violence needs to end. And the solution is simple: stricter gun laws. Japan has one of the world’s most stringent gun laws that include a class, a mental health test, a drug test, and a rigorous background check. The result? A grand total of 6 deaths by firearm* in in 2014.

Like I said, a simple solution.

I don’t live in the US and likely never will because, frankly, the gun violence scares me. But if you do and you’re reading this, educate yourself on the laws and loopholes. And then call your senators. Speak up for those who no longer can because they’ve been killed by a firearm. Help make a change.

This organisation does an excellent job of giving facts and resources to do just that. Join the movement. End gun violence. And hopefully we’ll live in a happier world.