If you had told me this time last year that I would be packing my bags and moving halfway across the country, back to Sydney where I grew up, I would never have believed you. Six months ago, I lost the boy I thought I was going to marry to cancer, I gave up on my studies, started drinking more than I should have. Basically, I was spiralling which apparently was obvious to everyone around me except myself. In order to make my worried parents feel better I agreed to take some time away from education, leave the city that harbored so many bad memories for me, and move back to Sydney to re-evaluate my life.