I realized one day that my friends weren't good friends - they weren't bad friends, they just weren't an asset to me. I realized my job is just a job, I work in construction so it really didn't matter where I am I'll always be able to work. My dream of being a novelist is achievable anywhere, and from a logical perspective I make more money in North America than in the UK thanks to the exchange rates.

I took a chance and started visiting someone I'd met online, it went well so I gave up everything and moved to Canada. I'm now married, I have a good job with good bosses and good coworkers (in the year I've worked there, I haven't seen a single bit of drama).

What made me want to do all this? The Strange Life of Ivan Osokin by P.D. Ouspensky, basically the man made all his decisions wrong in life and is tortured by it at the end of his life as he relives his life unable to make a change for the better.

I realized I could either regret life, or not.