I’m sitting on a Park bench somewhere between Bologna and Milan.

Today I am supposed to visiting a friend from up North to go outlet shopping but, like a lot of other days recently, I’ve woken up with tears in my eyes.

I’ve been living in Italy for a few months now and my boyfriend back in Australia has recently informed me that he can no longer “do this”.

This being long distance.

This being me living halfway around the world.

In hindsight, it was the catapult into the making of myself. At the time, though – absolute heartbreak.