Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
I was born into a family of restless wanderers. By the age of nine I had a full passport and 4 cities under my belt. Almost twenty years later and nothing has changed (except the adorableness of my Passport Photo and the number of places I call home).
The road less traveled is part lifestyle choice, and at this point, part identity. If I stayed still, I’d be the only one in my immediate family doing so. We are a people in motion splattered across the globe, and even if it looks like we are moored, it’s more likely a lily pad stopover than any any real root growing activity.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
Sometimes (in the tough times) as I sit in my West Hollywood apartment with my foster St Bernard Baloo (ruining my life and my stuff with his constant shedding and drool), I wonder what life would have looked like if I had taken the other road.
My philosophy in life is to say “Yes” to pretty much everything, and to keep following open doors and corridors until I hit brick wall. “Leap and the net will appear” or so I’ve always been taught. Don’t accept what life hands you – always challenge the status quo.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I have had a truly beautiful and blessed life (just look at my carefully curated instagram). I now live in a city of sunshine and possibility, and I count my blessings every single day as I shimmy from one moment to the next. Daring to try (even if it meant failing) has led to some incredible experiences in places I could barely imagine.
But there have been some harrowing sacrifices along this journey, compounded by this 2017 year (which I am sure in years to come Scientists, Astrophysicists and Historians will study as a time of true madness). It has been a year of grief, loss, tragic things that have hurt my heart and made me aware of my own mortality.
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Toughest of all is being away from friends and family that you love in moments that they need you. Weddings, birth of children, surgeries, illnesses, accidents, deaths.
It is lonely on the other side of the world, far from your people (and when you’ve lived all over the world, you’re always on the other side).
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
There is no way to go back (yet… come on time travellers!) so it is futile to wish that things could have been different, or to day dream myself back to that very first fork in the road where I chose a path for myself. Every decision has led me to this moment, and I am grateful for it.
But here is me, telling you with a sigh, that two roads diverged in wood, and sometimes I wonder what the other path would have held…