When I was a young boy growing up in the UK in the 1980s and 1990s, the houses around me in my neck of the woods were uniform and uninspired. Rows of terraced houses stretched endlessly, their brick facades blending into one another like a monotonous sea of grey. The architecture was functional, designed to provide shelter rather than to inspire wonder or joy. It wasn’t until I first set foot in Jamaica that I truly understood what it meant for a home to be more than just a place to live—it became a canvas for dreams and creativity.
