It's been almost a year since my year off took me to the beautiful city of Valencia.
For the first time after leaving Vienna, I could breathe.
When people ask me about Valencia I talk about feelings more than people. More than sights or things I did there.
A couple of weeks in I went for a stroll through the park, like I did everyday really. It was November and still warm enough to not wear a jacket. People were still playing football in the park and rode their bikes to work.
I sat down on a bench and realised that in the past hours -nothing- has came to my mind.
Nothing that would have been irritating, nothing that would have required any kind of emotions. No frustration, no anger. I wasn't overwhelmed.
For the first time in months, years to be honest, there was nothing in my brain obsessing over long lost things, future plans or my anxiety present.
Every time I look back on my time in Valencia, I get reminded of this wonderful time I spent there, but also the very moment of me being whole.