So finding ourselves unwanted and unloved over at our previous home, we have immigrated.

We have stepped off the boat tentatively, giving our surrounds a furtive look.

Searching the new landscape for elements of familliarity, even our own breathing feels alien.

A twist of light - and a familliar face! a slow sigh of relief...

The anxiety starts to uncoil.

Perhaps once we find our feet and unpack our little suitcase of memories, things will feel a little more like home.