I was born on an island. I didn’t travel much as a child. I was six years old the first time I went on a ferry and it felt to me like the rest of the world was swallowing me whole, larger than anything had ever been. It would be another six years before I travelled again, this time by plane. I looked at my island from the window plane and realise it didn’t look much like those maps on my geography book, his colours not as bright but alive nonetheless.