Have you ever felt slightly irritated by your younger Sibling? Or watched your older Brother with Suspicion? I know how you feel!

Home isn’t a place. Even after a year in a tiny box in the busiest part of Tokyo, home isn’t that box. Instead it’s a feeling. The hugs and stories, tea and coffee you share with those you love.

Lest I forget the nights spent awake late, far too late, gathered around a crackling fire far out in the garden where the wifi connection breaks and hampers the flow…