Remember I talked about triggers, well in England they are everywhere. In Spain there are few, in Spain the triggers are only in my memory. So whilst I of course will never forget, being in Spain is kinder to me. I guess some will say that I am trying to run away, that I am in denial. In part that is true, I still say to myself ‘has this really happened’ and whoosh, the wave of emotional hits when my mind confirms that it has, the stomach tightens and I remember to say breathe, just breathe and I ride it out. In England I have to contend with both my mind and constant triggers. In Spain it is my mind that I must make peace with….. and that is why as I approach the 1st Anniversary I am sat in departures waiting to get on a plane to Spain!