Funnily enough, I think if I’d have married my first love I’d still be in the same town I’m in now, but I think the Journey there would have been vastly different. In fact, I don’t think there would have been a journey at all. Instead of moving back to my home town after finishing university, I don’t think I’d have ever left. I may not have even gone to university at all.
Whilst physically I’d be in roughly the same place as I am now, mentally and emotionally I think I’d have turned into an entirely different person. For a start I’d probably have a child or two by this point, and whilst I love kids I know that I don’t plan on having any of my own for at least ten years.
I also think my self-esteem would be pretty much destroyed by this point. I’d be constantly doubting myself, my own abilities, I probably wouldn’t even write my blog. I’d definitely not be anywhere near the confident, and fairly outgoing person I am nowadays. I know full well that if I’d have married my first love I’d be incredibly unhappy right now. I’d get to a point where I’d feel like something was missing. That maybe, just maybe there’s something more to life.
If I’d have married my first love, I wouldn’t be the me I am today. And you know? That’s really not a bad thing.