time fleets

I'm turning 25 on Sunday...Feeling a bit weird about it as time passes so fast. If somebody had told me I would be spending my 25th birthday in Iceland I would probably have guffawed at them....Seems that old age is creeping upon me while I'm oblivious..... When I was shortly visiting a tiny town perched on Snaefellsnes peninsula, dubbed Riv, I felt sort of emotionally connected with that city... I wanted to stop there for some reasons my heart seems to value....and now I know that I will come back in July to stay a bit longer.

rif

Rif

a city that steals my heart away

its summer already

Hellisandur

traversing and conversing with nature

I wish I could make a living out of travel. Unfortunately I'm not feisty enough plus I have all of the abilities that being dubbed lazy requires.

                             All of the pictures were taken by me and belong to their owner

time to travel

After one week of constantly fabulous weather, Reykjavik has become a gloomy (with stirring,whistling wind) city that makes you grumpy-again! To be honest I dont want to step out of my house....ah Im going on the trip on Sunday and Monday. The plan is to see  Jökulsárlón - a large glacier lagoon, contiguous to Vatnajokull ,on Sunday, and Snæfellsnes peninsula on Monday.  I'm so looking forward to it !!

streak of happiness at the blue lagoon

sth

Its 3 am and getting bright in Reykjavik. I can;t fall asleep, for Ive been slumbering soundly the whole day. Im thinking of home and all of the things that have changed me. I'm not the same person anymore and I figured out what traits of my character need to be altered to make me adjusted to the 'what is right according to the society" pattern. My friend from Hungary is here so Im having a week off. I vw traveled a bit and definitely relaxed. Im looking forward to going home in September although at the same time Im slightly scared of coming to Poland after one year of absence. Im still sort of unformed I mean my character is. Ive been acting so stupidly many times here, making a fool of myself, heedless of anything. Its soon that I will be turning 25, dammit its quite a number isnt it? Perhaps I should sit down for a while and try to think of my future. Im too spontanious , blabber too much rapted in the moment of emotions simultaneously being rather restraint. I need to come back home in September, chill out and choose a new destination to live.

unrequited

Ive definitely started liking Reykjavik.....but im leaving in 3 months thats why Im getting so sentimental of late, although I think that Reykjavik min doesnt like me to the same degree. Ive observed that I cant have things that  are beyond my reach, but it didnt stop me from trying. I've failed anyway because i was again impatient and too effusive. I reached my goal at some point, but it was volatile and passed quickly. I dont regret acting head over hills, because Ive just never felt this way before. The thing that happened to me was unique, amayzing and divine. Unfortunately one off. But Im enriched with experience . After I had been pondering what I want to do in life, I decided I want to write a novel and I want to get it published at least in my country.

I still fear

You r going back to your room after a wonderful day , full of compliments from the people around have flooded you with, and you;re seeing this horrible creature you dont even remember the name of and you r getting totally petrified. All of those paralyizng and disquieting feelings come straight across you with double strenght. You want to survive, you obviously know you have to either run as far as your feet might get you, or kill the bug. I didnt want to kill the bug, I was too afraid of a single thought being bit by it. I didnt kill the bug, my flatmate did it although she suffers from the same phobia as me.At that certain moment i realised how much I fear to die. Killing? for me killing is even worse than dying. I can;t understand guys who want to be soldiers to defend their countries. Why they are even called themselves heroes?What the hell are you defending?Inhumanity? How can you kill someone and be proud of it. This is one of the things that occurs in life I will never obtain to get a grasp of by passing through my existence. Life is too complicated and when it gets better , and you r feeling kind of safe because ur surrounded only by good people and then you enter your room and you get a glimpse of that insect, and you think what if i died? I don;t want to die. Sometimes we put ourselves so down we dont even want to live,  but then when we are faced with death, we actually understand there are so many beautiful things in this world like love, cultural differences, family and compassion and the most important one - hope. I never one mine to burn out. And they say Iceland is insects-free...What the hell was it in my room then?