I was standing on the train platform, wearing my black coat and skinny jeans, my Dolce & Gabbana thick black rimmed glasses, red lipstick… my farmer’s market chic accessories – I probably looked pretty cool. I also looked exactly like everyone else on that train platform. Maybe my boots were a bit ‘last year’ – fake fur trimmed, with those little balls of fake fur dangling from the top – Ugg knockoffs from the second hand shop in the little Swedish city I was living in.

I know who I am. I am 24 years old, and I’m fairly confident that I know what makes me happy.

That’s a big statement. This idea came to me in the shower a few months ago. It felt like a big moment. I’m thinking about it again right now, on the train from Stockholm to Gävle. It’s a beautiful summer’s day and I’m just spent the past day wandering about Stockholm by myself, savouring the opportunity to just think.