I usually listen to foreign songs more often.
But when I feel like singing, I sing in my language.
Sometimes I go out by the river and if I am alone, I hum some Georgian melodies.
It comforts me to know that, somewhere faraway from my country,
I can make myself feel home,
and I can carry my country with me.
In summers, my whole immediate and extended family would get together in a village,
in the evenings,
we sang polyphonic songs while sitting or dancing on the roof of our winery. We had a great time.
You can’t sing polyphonic songs alone,
so sometimes when I do go out by the river and quietly sing by myself, I feel like I am lacking the sounds of my family.
I think I miss home a little bit.