Everything in Iceland is so 'new and different', as my title implies. Each day, Kai and I learn new words and things about the island and its language, and comparing it to back home: It's like yin and yang practically. The words are easy to remember, but putting them together to form sentences is a whole new game field. My tounge is making sounds that are unfamiliar, and the whole time I feel like I'm back in the first years of school or even earlier, learning the basics of life. And yet, it's all quite bland and repetetive. We go to the class, the teachers (of course blonde) teach us Icelandic words for little things like weather, or sentences you might say when first meeting a person. Then we eat some weird cafeteria concoction by ourselves and walk back home. I know, it might sound weird, but I can't wait to do some actual school from back home. Most kids would love to only have one class a week where there isn't any homework and few tests. But me, well I'm down right bored without some brain action. Hallelujah, our online classes start Monday; Less than a week! Finally I can write stories for English, and do projects and essays and busy myself in the deep world of school. Call me messed up in the head, call me crazy, but that's how I like life: packed full of work and interesting things so you don't get bored and there's less to think about. Of course, I take my time to read a good book or keep up on what social life I have, but when summer's gone, school's on! Haha,
Just give me four months or so, then ask me how much I love the work. I think I might have less enthusiasm. ;)
Everyday is windy here. Even if the sun is shining something gorgeous, you can't even see a gosh dang thing because your hair is being blown in front of your face, whipping about like some kinda tug-of-war on ecstacy. I think I should just give up wearing my hair down; Rolled up in a bun sounds safer. Ohhh, Monday for example. I kept thinking a hurricane had decided to give a quick hello just because it down-right could. Walking to school, I got physically pushed over to the side, or dragged back, or shoved forward depending on which way I was facing the tornado of a wind. Never ever had I experienced something of the sort. Laughable and utterly shocking when you were done with it. Ha, and then today? Brilliant as a summer's morning! Can't predict a doggone thing around here. Nope! Days like today though, where the sun is shining, I walk down to the ocean only a block away. If the weather ain't lucky, the view sure as heck is. Beautiful stuff. If the skies are right, I go for a stroll along the coast. Today I brought my book (hilarious one, it is), and read as the sunset slips down past the horizon to bring light to the other side of the world. The view is like layers of bursting vibrance. First there's shimmering greens from the long grass, then rich dark rocks set in glimmering bright blue waters that glow against the yellow, orange, pink or deep violet sky. My hands were just itching for tools to paint the scene. Even just a camera would have done. The shore is my peaceful escape. I've even found a place a little along the walkway where there's no one passing by, no cars driving close. I can sit in still quiet and utter serenity as I think about about how many more miles of blue seas there are before I'd reach home land. Many...too many to try estimating. I feel so far away. I am so far away. But back at the apartment, nature turns to technology, and loneliness turns to a video call with my family at home. As the annoying song goes... "It's a small world after all".
C'est la vie (as Mom has gotten in the habit of saying),
Lexie <3
Just give me four months or so, then ask me how much I love the work. I think I might have less enthusiasm. ;)
Everyday is windy here. Even if the sun is shining something gorgeous, you can't even see a gosh dang thing because your hair is being blown in front of your face, whipping about like some kinda tug-of-war on ecstacy. I think I should just give up wearing my hair down; Rolled up in a bun sounds safer. Ohhh, Monday for example. I kept thinking a hurricane had decided to give a quick hello just because it down-right could. Walking to school, I got physically pushed over to the side, or dragged back, or shoved forward depending on which way I was facing the tornado of a wind. Never ever had I experienced something of the sort. Laughable and utterly shocking when you were done with it. Ha, and then today? Brilliant as a summer's morning! Can't predict a doggone thing around here. Nope! Days like today though, where the sun is shining, I walk down to the ocean only a block away. If the weather ain't lucky, the view sure as heck is. Beautiful stuff. If the skies are right, I go for a stroll along the coast. Today I brought my book (hilarious one, it is), and read as the sunset slips down past the horizon to bring light to the other side of the world. The view is like layers of bursting vibrance. First there's shimmering greens from the long grass, then rich dark rocks set in glimmering bright blue waters that glow against the yellow, orange, pink or deep violet sky. My hands were just itching for tools to paint the scene. Even just a camera would have done. The shore is my peaceful escape. I've even found a place a little along the walkway where there's no one passing by, no cars driving close. I can sit in still quiet and utter serenity as I think about about how many more miles of blue seas there are before I'd reach home land. Many...too many to try estimating. I feel so far away. I am so far away. But back at the apartment, nature turns to technology, and loneliness turns to a video call with my family at home. As the annoying song goes... "It's a small world after all".
C'est la vie (as Mom has gotten in the habit of saying),
Lexie <3