I’m sitting on a grey couch in the living room, staring at the ceiling and letting this profound sense of emptiness – or perhaps fleetingness is a better word – pass me by.

We were once young; full of life and ambition. We knew exactly what we wanted to be – a lawyer, a mum, a good person, a role model, a musician, a millionaire, anything. It was ever-changing, but we had conviction. And we worked hard.

But as time went by, life threw us lemons and we made lemonade. Lemonade that looked like a stable career, a few white lies, emotional safety nets, substance, the simple things in life, and narratives that help us accept our realities.

I’ve always wanted to be a wanderer. A free spirit. I guess that is my lemonade.

But today, I just want to go home.

Could you tell me, which way is home?