COMM0014 Blog # 6 – Regret is such a strong word

In all honesty, I am not a fan of the word regret. I am a true believer that everything in life happens for a reason and the path that you are on lead you to this very moment today. But that word does bring back a specific memory for me, one that I consider to be life changing.

When I graduated high school I was the last of the grade 13 (oh boy that dates me!). All I wanted to do was move away – move away from my family and move away from my high school friends who I just found to be so fake. So, I applied and got accepted to STFX in Nova Scotia. Unfortunately, because there was double to amount of kids graduating that year there was no room for me on residence. I ended up finding a room to rent in a house with 4 other students who I did not know and who were in 3rd and 4th year. This for sure made me nervous as I wanted to be able to meet people and not just be confined to my room, which I felt like I was going to be.

At the same time, I started hanging out with a different crowd, with people I had more in common with. As we were grew closer, I was second guessing my decision of moving away. Whenever my parents would talk about packing and making the move it gave me anxiety and deep down inside I just didn’t want to do. About two weeks before I had to leave, I made the decision to switch to one of my local schools, University of Ottawa.  My parents were not happy as we lost first and last months rent for the apartment and had to pay some other fees to make the switch.

I sometimes think about what my life would have been like if I did move and went to STFX. Would I have stayed friends with the new group I connected with? Which in fact we are all still friends today. I have also made some really close friends through staying in Ottawa, again who I am still friends with today. I am now married and have two boys; would I have ever met my husband and had twins? In no way shape or form do I regret my decision to stay, for all of the reason mentioned above. Yet, I can’t help but think what life would have been like for me if I made that move? I guess I will never know.

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