It's all a series of events. Some you learn from some you don't. Some you should. Some you, well, you get the idea.
I wondered often, how many different forks in the road I maybe, just maybe would've had a different outcome. Lets take God or whatever you believe in out of the equation. Lets take fate. Or destiny too. Remove all that. At many times in your life you've came to a decision. A crossroad. A fork. What would've happened if you went right instead of left. Or backwards even. Whatever way you chose, a different path lay ahead of you. Where would it have lead?
I have no regrets. I really don't. I've made a lot of mistakes. I have hurt people along the way, but mostly myself. But no, no regrets. Except trying to barefoot ski. But even that brought me here.
Some people say, "there is no place like home." And some say "home is where the heart is." Very very different places they can be sometimes.
I've had many, many forks in the road. I've also had many homes. I've also felt like I was at home with different people in different places. I am truly at home up north. My whole being changes. But I also knew in my heart that where I am, right now, this second is where I need to be right now, this second. I love my little home, in what I call the suburbs. I love my job. I love my co workers. I love my family with all of their flaws and imperfections. I love myself. It took a really really really long time. But I love myself.
I think home is wherever you can be yourself.
Just. Be. Yourself. No matter which direction you went.
