Last 18 weeks have been spent travelling through various landscapes, weather conditions and states of mind. Gazing out of the window for hours at breathtaking scenery that changes and shifts against the gentle rocking motion of the train is hypnotizing. This dreamlike state gives rise to effortless introspection and you can “if you travel far enough, meet yourself” according to David Mitchell in Cloud Atlas. It has given me new eyes with which to look at my inner and outer world.

I cherish the freedom of anonymity in travel. Sometimes it has felt like running away even though I cannot run away from myself. Wherever I go, my mind comes with me. I have become more aware of it now.

The momentum is dropping and things are slowly gravitating back to base. Having had a nomadic existence most of my life I wonder where home is. Is it a place or a person or a group of people? For me, it was my parent’s home, then it was in Belfast and then London. But now it is everywhere and nowhere. I will learn to live all over again wherever I choose to reside – even the house I once called home. It will be interesting to create a new ‘normal’.

In the end, of all the things in the world, only love is real.