Well, home away from home: When I’m in Japan I call South Africa my home, but when I was home, I referred to my apartment in dear little Mihara as home. It’s all very confusing. Anyways, here I sit, (back in Japan) ready to unpack my bags like a kid on Christmas. For now, still in my groggy airplane state, I’ll leave you with a drawing of mine that I found when I was at home home (you know which home right?).