The post I didn't want to write…

On packing bags and setting off for new adventures - from sobbing in the Baltic to supermarket meltdowns, swimmy heads, heartbreak and finding home

I’ve been putting off writing this for the longest time - because somehow, by not putting it into words, I could pretend it wasn’t really happening. But here I am, after almost 12 years in Denmark, returning to the UK.

It’s both a heartbreaking and healing moment - a decision driven by family and work commitments. It feels enormous. Overwhelming. And st…