questions . . .

i'm not sure why i took the road less taken.  because my mother died when i was 13?  because i had a very damaging relationship with her?  because i spent four years in an all girls boarding school?  because i picked a small, conservative, college tucked in the rolling northern hills?  because i knew in my heart there was more?  because i wanted to experience it?  because the idea of a white picket fence scared the hell out of me?  because i was on my way to being me?

who knows.  would i change it?  i might be tempted to omit certain people but would i back up and ask for a redo?  no way. 

did i know if i held on i would find a spectacular love? who knows what price we pay.  what route we take.  what makes us tick. 

in the end, i had it all.