I’m at the airport in Melbourne waiting on my flight back to Sydney (it’s pretty boring and I’ve had to much coffee). I’ve been here for work so nothing to exciting. My newest taxi driver friend and I was talking about where you’re from and how you define where your home is. And about languages, he’s from Punjab – the Indian side he reckons that Punjabi changes it’s accent every 10k. Like people in the north of Sweden have a hard time understanding the most southern accent maybe. His kids are already so globalized having gone to school in both Australia and India and speaking three languages.