Sometimes it’s good to be home and live and breathe with a regular rhythm. My home city is many things – not least of which is looking out from tall buildings and wondering about the stories behind each of the lives that pass ant-like below (Shibuya, above).

When travelling, the first emotional jolt that I may be nearing home comes from boarding a plane and seeing row after row of heads with jet black hair in front of me. That and the gentle ebb and flow of Japanese conversations.

When you’ve been away, what are the things that make you feel like you are nearing home?