Immigrant In Iceland

So yeah, I’ve actually moved to Iceland.
Seems like a wild thing to do but it was not a hard decision.
I spent last January here and couldn’t remember the last time I had felt so amazing and at peace.
“And if it’s this good at the darkest time of the year (and it IS dark) how amazing is it gonna be in the summer when the sun never sets?!”

I had only been here a week when I went and looked at a house for sale by the ocean.
Why not? Why not wake up every morning to a view of The North Atlantic Ocean, mountains and the low skyline of Reykjavik City?
I guess with all the travelling I’ve done over the past 10 years anywhere quickly feels like home.

So yup, I’m an immigrant now, trying to get the grasp of this island’s culture and trying to learn a new, frustratingly difficult, language.
It’s exciting! And the peace and quiet, along with the mystery and “edge” of these landscapes and people, is proving good for the enjoyment of writing.

This mountain is my new best friend and the first thing I see every morning.
Her name is Esja and I’m sure her quiet presence will inspire a few songs.