From FIFA wagers and Untappd check-ins to expensive pints on uncomfortable benches. How I went from chasing the next craft beer to happily ordering mass-produced beer and enjoying it.

A beer, a midnight sandwich and an England match watched from Poland. On leaving a country and finding yourself more conscious of belonging to it.

Months of movement did not reveal a perfect place to live. They taught me what allows an ordinary day to feel good, and which conditions can make somewhere begin to feel like home.

An ice cream in a park in Piekary Śląskie stirs memories of South Yorkshire and a larger question: what makes a place believe something good might still be coming around the corner?

We are sat on a busy bus in Naxos, heading into the island’s mountainous interior for a day exploring its villages.

Just outside Naxos Town, two local women climb aboard, each carrying a shopping bag from the morning market. The bus is already full, mostly with tourists like me. There isn’t a spare seat between us.

Travelling has a funny way of sharpening your view of home. After months spent moving between countries, I found myself noticing how strangely we talk about class in Britain, often reducing something deeply nuanced into a handful of lazy stereotypes.