To be, or not to be Welsh.

What does it mean to be Welsh?

Knowing how to pronounce Llanfairsomething?

Spending your afternoon with sheep?

Being fluent in the language?

If yes then I cannot admit to being Welsh. But I believe there is more to claiming nationhood than falling under the stereotypical idea of a country. Although I still consider my place of birth to be a huge part of my early life, I now realise I have also never felt more at home than here in Wales.

For me, being Welsh is feeling like you belong in Wales. In turn, belonging means to feel at ease, comfortable. It’s appreciating that even though you live in a village in the middle of nowhere, with really, really, really, really slow internet, you couldn’t watch the sun set over the mountains in a more beautiful way. It’s the feeling of pride in saying ‘Wales’, whenever someone asks you where you’re from. Its the daffodil. The dragon showing a fierce nation. Our Saints. The feeling of oneness when we sit in front of the telly and sing our Anthem to support our team defending our nation’s name.

It isn’t about whether you’re born in Wrexham, or in Chester. It’s where you feel you belong. Perhaps that is influenced by your family, or maybe because you never knew any different.

That is what it means to be Welsh to me.

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