Walking around the neighborhood, I'm reminded of childhood memories I never had, separated from reality by only the thin veil of time and space. I love my new life - I love standing on my back porch in the morning, watching the mist rise up off the lush green mountains; I love being separated from the insane bustle of a city stretched to a breaking point, busting at the seams. I can't help but marvel in the complete divergence my life has taken from that path I groomed for myself, and yet, I feel no regret. For now, just stopping and smelling my neighbor's roses will fulfill me.
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