Not recognising where I am when waking up in the morning, since having returned from Zurich, makes me wonder about my sense of place. What gives me a sense of belonging, an unique attachment to a place? Where do I feel home and why is it that some places never seem to agree with my being, no matter how hard I try? This made me think of Livia telling me one day while walking down a street: If you don't know where you are, you're lost! As obvious as this may sound, it reflects precisely what I am and maybe it is time to find home.