A year ago today, June 5, because if I were in Spain, I suppose it would be June 6, but this date, this number is a strong reminder of what I walked away from. One year ago today, my children and I finished packing our bags and said goodbye to the flat we called home in Málaga, Spain. One year ago today, I left a city that embraced me, and I embraced back, a city that captivated me in ways I am still trying to find the right words for, and honestly may never be able to do. On