I wanted this event to happen, because I remember 12 years ago embarking upon a super-life-changing-and-awesome-but-still-really-scary journey. I left my mum and dad and moved to a country I’d never even visited, to study at University. Went to live in a place where the accent was hard to understand and the student housing left a lot to be desired. At that point I’d been working on my own recovery for a couple of years and I bet my parents were worried to their core. Will she find anything to eat in that strange and foreign land? Will she want to eat? She’ll be cold, it’s so cold there! Will she make any friends?