I love your story. Just wanted to pop in and say not feeling at home isn’t only a problem for digital nomads.

12 years ago I moved back home from London. Two years later I got married and now I have a beautiful family and a picture perfect life. I write for a living, have two wonderful boys and a man beside me that still makes me giggle.

But I feel out of place here.

I haven’t even travelled that much, but maybe it did ruin me, don’t know.

We’ve been planning a move for about a year now and still unsure where we’d go.

It’s such a weird feeling. I guess in a way we have too much choice.

🤷‍♀️