In exactly one fortnight, I will be bound for Iceland.
The land of the ice and snow, the midnight sun, hot springs and ...
my ancestry.
I currently live out of boxes in one small bedroom of my family home, after recently giving up my apartment. Between my hectic work schedule, pet/house sitting gigs, scheduled meetings in Toronto on my days off, and spending as much time with my boyfriend and close friends as I can before I leave for six weeks – I have no idea how I will be ready. When am I going to find the time to pack? More importantly, what am I going to pack?
Don't let me fool you into thinking I am anxious.
I was, until the other day when I learned where I will be living whilst in Iceland for six weeks.
Now I am excited; actively releasing any expectations that creep up so I may experience anything and everything that I can.
I am launching this blog to keep both loved ones and interested ones connected as best I can while abroad. But I have never been any good at maintaining a journal, so to keep myself interested, I have decided to "bring along" one of my favourite fictional characters to write about: Lena. Some of my posts will be usual blog entries, written about myself and what I have done. Others will be works of fiction, short stories, about Lena, if she were to travel to Iceland and follow in the footsteps that I will be walking in.
I may also write a few posts in multiple languages to practice my Icelandic and to entertain my Latin friends with my slowly perishing Spanish grammar.
Should be fun!
And so, in:
Fourteen days//Catorce días//Fjortán dögum
I will be on a flight to Iceland.
My first time outside of Canada and the USA.
Let the road begin.
