I woke up last night from a dream about somebody being in the house. When I awoke – I thought I was still in a hotel room, and there was my empty rucksack on the floor, with a computer case next to it. I thought I’d been robbed. It finally dawned on me that I was home and that there was nothing to worry about.
It’s very strange being in a different bedroom for nearly eleven months. You start to get disorientated about where everything is – especially where the bathroom (and its light) might be.