In this process, I spent a pretty long time to think about the ideal because i thought I should have a solid topic to write about and an understandable topic for the audience. Before the topic I wrote about, I got another topics but they was to abstract for me as well as the audience. I wrote the Hiraeth project right after I totally understood the topic. That was a scene when I was with my grandma at the last time. She was with her house is my hiraeth and my nostalgia. It was weird because such a strong memory that I was pretty emotional while I was writing. I did not have to think much like those couple blogs before. When I looked up for the words nostalgia and hiraeth, that scene kept coming up in my mind. It was a good approach. I wrote it in my room at night when I’m constantly focused and not being bothering by anything and anyone. I also asked the advices from my friends about the words choosing and about the ideal which helps me a lot of finishing the assignments. I also read my daft couple times to fix all the mistakes and saw if the paragraph’s connection is strong or not.
I have been adopted with the class movements and the writing process specially the Hiraeth assignment. I will prepare carefully to revise it in the future. After revising my original six-step plan. Here is my six-step plan:
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Finally, I arrived my countryside after struggling with a small space that I could only lie down for 6 hours. The passenger car dropped me off. My grandma house was away the spot 3 minutes by foot. I was walking at 3 am in the morning and seeing nothing but the light that I told her not to forget to turn it on. I opened the door and she was sleeping. Unpacking my stuffs to get some rest after a long trip quietly not to wake her up even her hearing was getting worse and worse. Got in the bed and thought :" I just need to bear this for 3 days".
I was waken up by the sound of people greeting each other by the accent I hardly understand. I saw my grandma was doing somethings outside. I hugged her from the behind as a apology for not visiting her more often. As usual, she asked me if I was hungry, she was going to buy the typical breakfast for me "pig's guts".It was nasty at first but trust me it's a legendary food. We had a first breakfast together and we talked about my parents up in the city and how cranky my 4 years old sister was .She has more wrinkles, blacker and skinner every times I come to visit her. But she looked stronger than a 67 years old person who is diabetic. I had been trying to tell her go up to the city and staying with my parents like everyone did but as a typical Vietnamese old person, she said she wouldn't. I had 1 and a half days left. I was trying to plan out what should a social media addict like me would do. I couldn't help the happiness when i got back city coming up. I went to visit my relatives back home to help her get the dinner done. We talked and she trickily tell me to stay one more day. Of course, I said no. How could I stay alive when my friends was waiting for me in the city, I got a lot of places to go... The silence of the night made me thought someone was going to break in my house any time. My grandma snored like she didn't care about anything. The last day, I waked up cause of the barking of the dogs. Packing my stuff and ready to say good bye my grandma. We had the last dinner together. The passenger car is coming. We was saying good bye and I didn't forget to tell her go up the city. She cried and told me when I came back I may be not see her again as a joke. The passenger car started going. I saw her still standing there waiting until she couldn't see the car anymore. I was going to fly to the U.S the following week. I still remember all of sounds, the smell and how the food was so hard to eat at first. I want to go back the place that I can see her doing somethings with her shaky hands so I can help her. I want to take her to the street market and learn how to be a professional bargainer like her. I want to give her a hug and tell her I would stay couple days with you, spend more time with you grandma. I could have done more for you. The house is still there but i will not find the same feelings without grandma .She passed away when I was in America for a year ! This is the first time, I heard about the word " Hiraeth". It is a abstract word that there is no definition in Vietnamese. What I got from the class is that "Hiraeth" is a homesickness for a home to which you can not return, a home which may be never was , the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost of the place you pass. All of the thoughts has run in my mind that reminds me about my family, my friends and the places I have come.
First of all, I want to write about a significant memory. It would be a beautiful moment when I went back countryside with my grandma. It has a typical smell of paddy fields, trees. The sound of rural animals goes together with the sound of people talk to each other with different accent. The typical senses that I would never forget. I did a bunch of things with my grandma which are in the city I rarely do. It should be the time, the regret, the lost that I would do more and be more appreciated when I left then I came to the U.S. It was the last time I saw my grandma. "A homesickness for a home to which you can not return" is a statement that I never think about . When I am too busy with the present and building up for my future, I barely think about it. I can be the time that I was a boy, I wasn't know how big is the world. It could be the time, I celebrated Lunar New Year two years ago with my family before I came here. All off these is considered as " hiraeth" to me and i myself really like the word. It reminds a lot of memories in me and gives me the thought of being stronger. |
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