The homeland

I've been spending the weekend in the homeland. For those whose don't know, think of rolling green hills, red hair everywhere, the Blarney stone, and a Bailey's coffee. I am in love with this country. It's interesting how, for once, I feel a sense of belonging in a place. It's a kind of belonging that runs deep, deep through the veins, through your toes, into the damp soil. Is this what it's like to have roots?