As I looked across at other cars, all at a stand-still, I saw a lot of other tired people. Some pinched their foreheads with a hand, some tapped the steering wheel furiously, others scrolled their phones. Some were in flashy Mercedes, delivery vans, dinged-up relics from the 90s, or little hatch-backs. Regardless of who everyone was, or where they were going, we were all wasting the same amount of time in traffic. I looked at my Waize app, and realised from the time I had left my office, to the point I would arrive home – I could have driven to Hamilton. In my epiphany, I knew that I couldn’t be doing this in five years’ time. Ten. Twenty. I felt this inexplicable pull, and knew that I had to move home.