I always believed that you can make home where you are. You don’t have to have a particular building, I have always called every room that I rented in London home.

My current home is the best place I’ve ever lived. I never thought I would be able to live in a place like this, I don’t know why, It looks so posh but I don’t feel posh. Every time I put the key in the door I still cannot believe that is where I live. I don’t know why because it’s just people who live there, they make it posh. Nothing else is posh about it, because it used to be a school and was built in 1881.

I managed to get the house when the market was its lowest and accidentally I end up surrounded by people who are art critics, and doctors and stuff and I’m there, a barista.

I guess I love the silence at home….I just love that. I think with silence comes truth and in silence you see things you don’t want to see and home is the place you can relax and allow those things to enter your head. You can have a discussion, you can open up to yourself. Silence can be very loud. Really, really loud. It’s so difficult to see the truth about yourself especially. And because the truth, it can be painful, it could be something you don’t want to know about yourself, but in silence you face yourself.