A fitting poem to life with Saumur - and a positive interpretation

I came across this poem by Robert Frost, and thought it fits my travels with Saumur (and my life). Here is an excerpt:

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;

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

Note: My sigh will be one of happiness that I took the road less traveled!