Packing up. (Listening to Bulgur Brothers)
15.01.2007 4 °C
I haven't got there yet, but need to write some words before catching the plane. I'm interested in the contrast there'll be between my feelings today and the ones in a few weeks' time.
A month ago I didn't even expect I'd be here, right now, stuffing my backpack with gore-tex gear I'll be using very soon in the coldest place I've ever been to.
The whole story started at the end of last summer. I had just read a series of articles about Iceland by John Carlin, and thought to myself "I must be there". After a short research I found this Employment Agency called Ninukot. They offered work at farms, fisheries and hotels, and it didn't take me long to send them an application form. My choice was to work at a farm. However, by the beginning of last December, after having received no answer from the agency, I had just given up the idea of moving to Iceland. My plans seemed to get stuck in Vitoria, and the prospects for the beginning of this year were quite blue, since my sister was moving to Paris at the beginning of February, and I was going to have to stay in here, while she'd be enjoying her new life in one of my favourite places on Earth. Suddenly, one day I came back home from the school where I teach English and Spanish, checked my mail and found out I had been sent a job offer in Iceland. It took me only three days to ponder the proposal, but I finally decided it could be a chance I should never reject. Four days later, I had already told my boss I was leaving my job at her school and bought my ticket to Reykjavík.
And this is it, the beginning of a story that has not even started yet. The real beginning is just a few days ahead.