I recently caught up with someone I hadn't seen in over ten years and I was struck, as I often am lately, at how much life seems to be passing me by. Is that true? Or did I just choose a different life? Yep, I'm making choices, even if I don't always think so. And am I happy with my choices? If not, what then?

These are the moments I tune into House Hunters International and contemplate: would things look differently from Rome?