So I find myself at the end of a week that has been both surprising and unsurprising in equal measure.

Surprising because sometimes life takes us to unexpected places, and where we begin may be very far from where we end up. Some of the things we tell ourselves we'll never do are the very things that ultimately make us happiest. So preconceptions exist to be discarded, and prejudgements, particularly of our own inclinations, are there so that we may challenge them.

And unsurprising too, because this week has had an element of the utterly normal about it. Along with the exhilaration of new beginnings is a sense that this is really where I have been all along, I just had yet to realise it.

A new pair of arms may create the feeling of long forgotten security and comfort one had many years before, before life intervenes and makes us cynical and cold and less open to comfort.

A strange bed may sometimes feel like coming home.