Along with the weather and the landscape, plans and decisions change too.
I'm noticing how here in Iceland nothing is ever set in stone and you just have to get used to a constant state of uncertainty. You can plan some things, but you can never be sure how it all goes. A storm can come, a road can get closed, the wind can blow you away.
Anything can happen. Nothing can happen too. Things change fast.
I was planning to stay in Snæfellsnes for 5 months, but suddenly something made me realise that I should leave sooner. It takes a special kind of strength and patience to live in the middle of nowhere and I know that I won't be able to handle it for much longer. My city-bred heart reminded itself where it comes from. It is longing for a comeback to a bit more urban life right now and I need to follow it.
Spring is here and everything is even more beautiful now, but I know that I have to move on.
Today I'm going for a short trip to Reykjavik. In June I'm moving there. Leaving the peninsula for the first time since I came here 3 months ago feels extremely exciting and I'm so pumped up for this I can't sleep.
Time has come for a new adventure. How am I going to feel like in Reykjavik? Am I going to find a job there? Am I going to stay there for 2 more months and go back to Poland or is it going to be a longer-term thing?
Somehow I'm becoming less afraid of questions like this, maybe I'm slowly starting to feel comfortable in this seemingly uncomfortable state of uncertainty.
Will see what happens next.