My move to San Diego came at the end of a long, restless journey around the world. I left London for Australia at 22, not long after my mom died. I'd spent the final year of her life as her full-time caregiver as she battled with cancer. When she was gone, I needed to escape my hometown. I'll never forget my friend seeing me off, excitedly saying, "You're so lucky to move to Australia!" I forced a smile because I felt the complete opposite. I was literally running away from my grief. This story