In the spring 15 years ago high school had started with a  bang and I had made some bad decision.  I ended up in a place where, unknown to me at the time, the guidance counsellor I was assigned to see at my school had called in a counsellor from an additions agency because she didn’t think I was going to live to 18.  At the rate I was at, I wasn’t going to be finishing school.  I wasn’t going to be doing much of anything, actually. And I looked around and I just didn’t want to go there.  I don’t know what moment hit me, or when I decided to try and turn it around, but I know in my head I felt like I was having fun where I WAS but didn’t want to go where I was GOING. So feeling guilty for pulling away from my friendships and conflicted on what the ‘right’ thing was, I made a choice. Full Disclosure – I don’t own a decent picture of me in highschool.  So this is the summer after graduation. In the spring 14 years ago I was back on track to finish high school but I was lonely and a little lost.  Then one day an old childhood boyfriend popped back in my life and everything changed.  We knew it was different.  We knew we had to see where it went. So knowing he was months away from basic training and with my college acceptance letter in hand, I made a choice. In the spring 13 years ago I knew I had 3 years of school left for my Undergrad degree, but…