And as you can imagine the combination of familiarity and new perspective teaches many lessons about your background and privileges, and how much you have changed over the course of two years. For instance, I was completely clueless as to the extent with which Britain is obsessed still with class. I speak for the South East here as I know it far better than any other region, but not a day went by when I wasn't reminded of the divide ripe within our streets. We spent our time between London, Brighton, Shoreham and various picturesque Sussex villages advertising their vagabond history in scoffing middle-class accents, so we were offered quite a variety. I began to notice what my clothes were saying about me, and how the way I talk would instantly make an impression on whoever I talk with. This is a revelation spawned from a long time being unable to communicate naturally in foreign countries, and being reunited with a nationality with whom you understand a little better. 'Not many Asians here', pointed out Joanna as we roamed around the quieter parts of Sussex. Not much of anything except for white all on the same 'positive' trajectory.
Whether it takes that fresh perspective standing next to you and in your changing blood to realise these things, or whether countries like Korea, New Zealand and Iceland had their conflicts hidden beneath the intricate tapestry of communication differences I'm not sure. But there is a limited progression if homogeneity is maintained, surely. Where different cultures fail to interact in a community then it is there that pride will ferment into prejudice built on what they entitle 'tradition'.