Yup, after I ran away from home I moved around a lot in the UK, then 7 years ago moved to Spain, and I’m now in the middle of 6 months working in Vietnam.

I don’t think there’s ever been a time when I felt like I was in the right place, like I did up to the age of about 10 or so … however, when I visit my brother, I do feel like I’m “home”. Not because of physical location, but because of him.