Thanksgiving invites us to pause and return to what matters. In Ireland, the feeling of home is captured in the proverb:
There is no hearth like your own hearth. This blog explores the deep connection between belonging, memory and the places that shape us.
Thanksgiving is a special moment in the American calendar. A pause in the year. A chance for families and friends to gather close, pass plates, share stories and bring back memories that feel as familiar as the chairs beneath them. Even those of us watching the holiday from Ireland can recognise the feeling. The sense of home. The comfort of belonging. The people and traditions that give rhythm to our lives.
Home means something different to everyone. For some it is the place they grew up. For others it is the people they choose to return to. For many in the Irish diaspora, it is both the homeland they left behind and the life they built across the ocean.
Thanksgiving invites reflection on what holds us steady. The love we return to. The places that shaped us. The sense of belonging that waits when we find our way back.
In Ireland, that feeling is captured in one of our most cherished proverbs:
There is no hearth like your own hearth, or no place like home. Learn how to pronounce it below:
For centuries, Irish people who journeyed far from these shores carried those words with them. They were a thread that reached back towards family, landscape and legacy. Even when life carried them far from home, the idea of belonging endured.
As Thanksgiving approaches, we send warm wishes to our guests, past and future. Wherever you celebrate, we hope your home feels full, your heart settled and your plans for the year ahead filled with possibility.
And if Ireland is part of those plans, we would be honoured to welcome you. Speak to Martina or Carmel today and let us help you plan your journey.
