i spend most of my days.

I spend most of my days wondering how I got here. How I got to be this person. Wondering which moments in my life led me to who I am, which came to define me.
Which of my memories hold the keys to myself. Which, if done differently, would change me.
Is it those childhood holidays to South West Rocks. The Enid Blytons I would read under the covers growing up. The boy I loved when I was 17.
Or is it the reason I cut my hair short in Year 12. Why I up-and-moved to Wollongong. The result of long drives along the coast.
I wonder which decisons and choices, made differently, would take me down another path.
To a different me.