The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

~Robert Frost

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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

“How would you you like to go to Geneva for a few months? We need to send a secondee to the Forum.”

“Can I have some time to think about it?”

“Sure, you just need to let me know by tomorrow.”

That was it. I now had less than 24 hours to make a decision.

This exchange took place early in May 2016 and the choice I made (spoiler alert: I chose to go to Geneva) had an enormous impact on my life. In the nearly two years since that short conversation with my manager, in the doorway to the office as we both headed home for the evening, I have had some of the most memorable experiences of my life and reached the lowest points I’ve ever been to (another spoiler: my time in Geneva ended prematurely).

Now that it is all over, I am going to write about of those experiences here. Mainly, I’m hoping it will be a way to make sense of everything that transpired since I faced that decision. With luck, it will make for interesting reading too.