I remember going for long walks with this on my headphones when I was feeling homesick for Australia – my mum often used to have it on in the car in Sydney when I was little, so it’s my home soundtrack. My twin brother and I had been carers for her since we were 10 or so, because she was seriously ill with MS, and being at Cambridge was my first time away from home, aged 23. It was strange, gaining independence and losing responsibility at the same time. I felt guilty about leaving but excited to be free, and I threw myself in neck-deep. It made a disproportionately impactful dent in my life, because I was growing down as well as growing up.