box kites and limericks dancing in the couch

I rarely look back; it is unchangeable. Even what happened two seconds ago can't be undone.

If I had been more courageous and outgoing in my teenage years or my first post-secondary years I'd have found a way to hang out where Quebecoise my age could be found in the hopes of establishing a romantic relationship so as to have become a better bilingual and to have a clearer access to Quebecois media and culture.

Who knows how radically different my life would be had I done that; would this blog even exist?

I have only had these thoughts starting in my mid 40s; it did not occur to me when I was that young age.