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In 2021, I was stuck in London, pretty unhappy. I was doing interesting purpose consulting work and interesting projects, but something did not feel right. Over the space of about five weeks, my whole life blew up. My dad went into the hospital with a heart attack. One of my best friends died. I broke up with my partner. My sister had a baby, with complications, and we had to help look after him. My grandparents sold their house because my grandfather had recently passed away, a house I was meant to be living in. I lost my job. Every week, something happened that normally only happens once in a lifetime. I got to the end of those weeks and felt like I could not take any more. I was holding on by a thread, mentally. During that time, I had been building a van because I had come back and gotten stuck in lockdown and did not want to do the whole mortgage thing. When the van was ready, I realized I could not stay. There was nothing for me in England anymore. I love my family, but I had to find my path. I took the van and headed out. I drove to Portugal, and the minute I got there, my whole body felt calm. It was like, okay, this is where I am meant to be.