No, not this, that much is true,
Could not foresee what I’ve been through,
How much I’ve lost, how much I’ve learned,
The dreadful cost, the bridges burned,
But nonetheless I stand here now,
Slightly battered but refuse to bow,
Seen things I never would have seen,
Become a man I never would have been,
And despite all odds I have remained,
For I know my past can’t be regained,
I own every choice I ever made,
Though I sometimes wish they’d been replayed;
As with my past and present day,
My future choice will shape the way,
20 years before I’d not seen this,
20 years from now life could be bliss,
Bumps may come, a break, a bruise,
But my future is shaped,
By the way I choose.
Random Misanthrope 
I just wrote a companion piece to this one reflecting on my six years in Sweden. Ten years ago there was no way I possibly could have imagined I’d be living here. Wow. And yet here we are. I can’t wait until you’re here so we can talk about about this because I have a few thoughts that need expressing. 🙂
I’m looking forward to it as well, three weeks now, woohoo!
Boy, can I identify with this.
Thanks for saying so Dennis, I guess the theme is universal, but some of us have ended up travelling more unexpected paths than others.