I didn’t have to flee my country because of life-threatening reasons. I chose to leave Argentina to pursue a Master’s in Creative Writing in Madrid. While I was living there, I traveled to London for the weekend and met a nice guy in a pub, whom I married a couple of years later. Not long after, I was pregnant. We had our first son and lived in London for another two and a half years, until our second son was born. We needed more space and help with the children, so we moved to Wales, where my in-laws were 20 minutes away and a nursery was around the corner.
