Duck me...

Every once in a while, I wonder how different my life would've been had I gone to the University of Oregon instead. It was 2006 or 2007 and I booked a flight to UO for a tour of the campus. They had a program that seemed like a good fit and this trip would've helped me with my decision to go or not. So I pack my bags, get to the airport, and was told that the flight had been delayed...which would've caused me to miss my connecting flight...and the next available flight would've landed me a day after the scheduled tour. That was the "sign" that UO was not in my future, that there was a reason I wasn't supposed to go to Oregon. This was the reasoning my parents offered, anyway, which I absolutely hated. I did eventually find another school near home...but for better or for worse, it's hard to say. Many days are meh lately. Very few days am I ever really happy. On days I'm less than that, I get to wondering... nv