OH GOD THIS IS SO FUCKING INCREDIBLE.
I AM MOVING TO ICELAND.
I am partially worried though that I won’t be able to leave. And that would mean throwing away a University place. At a relatively decent Uni.
If you haven’t been you won’t understand but that place is like QUICKSAND. It just draws you in.
Everything is just great.
Well, not quite everything.
I need a hot Icelandic boyfriend. And I didn’t see any hot Icelandic men when I was there. But they must be somewhere, right? RIGHT?
Got a lot to do before I go though. Meet Tone (my wonderful Norwegian penpal who’s going to live, ironically now that I’m leaving, in Reading – the town that I’m leaving), meet up with Kazuko (a Japanese girl I met on the camp who is near Torbay for a few weeks), meet up with Mo when he comes back to the UK (Mo’s the most English German bloke I have ever met) and maybe scuttle off to see my family in Inverness for a few days.
And then, Thule.
I’m so happy.