Our story begins on a family trip to Sri Lanka. At the time, our son was two years, and after nights in hotels and guesthouses, he longed for home. But like most little ones, he was confused - how do you describe "home" to a toddler? So we came up with a term he could understand: The Yellow Door House - the house we always came back to, with its bright yellow door and familiar energy. Over time, that name stuck. Are we going bac...