Coming back from Portugal last weekend, I was eager to come back “home” to my own bed after rapidly hopping from one hostel to another on our four-day school trip. On the way back however, I realized the paradox that “home” has become, since London has become my temporary dwelling. It has become my home away from home, and I realized that this place, which felt unfamiliar a month ago, has become a comfortable space to return to after a long weekend abroad.