I've got the countdown going! 25 more days until we fly on back home! Can it be already? I wonder what I'll be feeling. Will I be jumping for joy to be back home (because I miss good ol' British Columbia very badly); will I be sadened when I fly off the ground and leave our bright apartment forever? I think, if I know myself well enough (which no one does at this age, but I'll take a gander anyways), I will be both emotions. Feeling only one thing is too boring.
Leaving our place one last time is going to be a bummer, and although small, it's cozy. Our apartment has been our get-away; the one stable and unchanging thing for our entire trip. We knew it would always be in the same spot, waiting for whenever we needed it. If we lost eachother, we knew that we'd eventually meet up here. It was always there for us, and soon we'll be leaving. Goodbye forever is quickly approaching!
On the other hand, my heart is yearning to be home. I miss my family, all of them, and our silly ways. I miss my bedroom with my big, comfy bed and my desk, with all its arts and crafts - more than I know I need, yet there's no such thing as too much it seems. I miss my friends, laughing in class and hearing all their interesting stories. I miss being a kid and going to school with everyone. I miss Hot Shots, and meeting, and that quiet spot on top of the hill where I could sit and watch Elizabeth Lake or go strolling through the magnificent forest. I miss painting. I've learned that, although traveling may be exotic, there's nothing more comforting than home; there's nothing more comforting than being with people that you love, and that you know love you, in a place that has memories of love in it. I feel warm and fuzzy just thinking about it.
I think, now that it's so close, I'm itching, anxious and excited, to be home. What felt like a long distance before, is now in view, and I want to run, but my feet aren't my own; I know I need to just slow down and embrace the scenery of the walk, because, by the time I pass the gate, I open the door and enter in, there will be no going back, at least not for a while.
Someday, in the future, sooner or later, I will be returning to Iceland. It is magnificent, and powerful, and alive. It has so much to give, yet it takes so much of your attention and awe. While the rest of the world's old and wise, Iceland is still a teenager, growing up, learning many things, making a lot of racket, and figuring out between right and wrong. It's learning it's power still, it's talents, it's inner and outer beauty; it feels alone, in the middle of the sea, but just like any teenager, soon Iceland will realize it will always be connected by it's roots to the Earth, just like the others. It will continue to grow and move and destruct, but it will always be with its brothers and sisters, doing it's job of holding and hosting people, providing for them as much as it can. Maybe Iceland's a bit of a rebel, maybe it's protesting to back down like many teenagers do, but one day it will cool down. It will mature, it will accept, it will learn to just be. Will I come back before it grows up? How much will have changed when I return? I guess a family reunion is in store sometime in my future, but I cannot stay to watch Iceland learn, when I have my own life to figure out; and the best place to grow up is where the heart is happy; for me, that's back home.
I love you all, my family and friends. Maybe I'll create some last great adventures before I depart once again. Maybe I'll leave with a big bang; or maybe I'll just slip out and say goodbye in thoughts. All will come to pass, but for now, I must do what life requires of me.
Realizing the crazy adventure is soon coming to an end,
Lexie <3
Leaving our place one last time is going to be a bummer, and although small, it's cozy. Our apartment has been our get-away; the one stable and unchanging thing for our entire trip. We knew it would always be in the same spot, waiting for whenever we needed it. If we lost eachother, we knew that we'd eventually meet up here. It was always there for us, and soon we'll be leaving. Goodbye forever is quickly approaching!
On the other hand, my heart is yearning to be home. I miss my family, all of them, and our silly ways. I miss my bedroom with my big, comfy bed and my desk, with all its arts and crafts - more than I know I need, yet there's no such thing as too much it seems. I miss my friends, laughing in class and hearing all their interesting stories. I miss being a kid and going to school with everyone. I miss Hot Shots, and meeting, and that quiet spot on top of the hill where I could sit and watch Elizabeth Lake or go strolling through the magnificent forest. I miss painting. I've learned that, although traveling may be exotic, there's nothing more comforting than home; there's nothing more comforting than being with people that you love, and that you know love you, in a place that has memories of love in it. I feel warm and fuzzy just thinking about it.
I think, now that it's so close, I'm itching, anxious and excited, to be home. What felt like a long distance before, is now in view, and I want to run, but my feet aren't my own; I know I need to just slow down and embrace the scenery of the walk, because, by the time I pass the gate, I open the door and enter in, there will be no going back, at least not for a while.
Someday, in the future, sooner or later, I will be returning to Iceland. It is magnificent, and powerful, and alive. It has so much to give, yet it takes so much of your attention and awe. While the rest of the world's old and wise, Iceland is still a teenager, growing up, learning many things, making a lot of racket, and figuring out between right and wrong. It's learning it's power still, it's talents, it's inner and outer beauty; it feels alone, in the middle of the sea, but just like any teenager, soon Iceland will realize it will always be connected by it's roots to the Earth, just like the others. It will continue to grow and move and destruct, but it will always be with its brothers and sisters, doing it's job of holding and hosting people, providing for them as much as it can. Maybe Iceland's a bit of a rebel, maybe it's protesting to back down like many teenagers do, but one day it will cool down. It will mature, it will accept, it will learn to just be. Will I come back before it grows up? How much will have changed when I return? I guess a family reunion is in store sometime in my future, but I cannot stay to watch Iceland learn, when I have my own life to figure out; and the best place to grow up is where the heart is happy; for me, that's back home.
I love you all, my family and friends. Maybe I'll create some last great adventures before I depart once again. Maybe I'll leave with a big bang; or maybe I'll just slip out and say goodbye in thoughts. All will come to pass, but for now, I must do what life requires of me.
Realizing the crazy adventure is soon coming to an end,
Lexie <3