Back in Tokyo and it's cold and wet and it's hard to believe that I was standing on a warm Queensland beach less than a week ago with my family.

This trip was an interesting one for me in that it's the first time I've gone back and had no anchor pulling me to a certain place: my 2 central anchors (Mum and Dad) are both gone now. And so I was wondering which places would feel the most like "home". And you know what? I arrived in Brisbane and sighed happily and said, ah, it's nice to be home. Then I drove to the Sunshine Coast and sighed happily and said, ah, it's nice to be home. And then I flew to Cairns and as I looked out over the mountains next to the airport from high up in the plane, I sighed happily and said, ah, it's nice to be home. And then I flew back to Tokyo and sighed happily and said ah, it's nice to be home.

Seems wherever I lay (or have laid) my hat, that's my home. So it's official. I have become a nomad. Rootless, anchorless, coasting along on the spicy and tasty tradewinds of opportunity. Hope I don't get lost...

My brother took this photo when we were at Newell Beach, on my last night in FNQ. He really does have quite a good eye.