It is my last day. In advance I have yet no idea what I will be doing this Sunday morning. Depending on the weather, I might go out for a walk to a 'forest' nearby. Don't know...
By the time you will be able to read this, I have left Iceland. But sure I will return. Even if in the worst case it has rained 4 days... if I haven't seen the auroras... I know I have seen too much other wonderfull, amazing things. This country breaths magic. If only I could spend a longer period of time here.... Sigh...
So, around 18.30 Dutch time, I take off again, ripped out of this living dream. I will be back 'home' about 23.00 (may be one hour earlier). I can't call it home. For a long long time I don't know where my home is. Where my heart is, that is a common saying I live by. But I lost it somewhere. And I hope after this short break, I can be clear if it is Finland or Iceland, or both... The feeling of wanting to live here in Iceland, even temporary, is keeping a hold on me. Wishing it wasn't so darn hard to come here with cats. Because no... there is no choice between anything and the cats. If they can't go, I will wait. Even if they turn over 25 years old....
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