We are far from home, but we´re so happy

We are far from home, but we're so happy
Far from home, all alone, but we're so happy

After every sunny day
Came a stormy night
That's when Finner would say
Keep your heads held high

We are far from home, but we're so happy
Far from home, all alone, but we're so happy

We came here on his back
And we caught your eye
The salty ocean wind
Made the seagulls cry

Autumn is coming over us. Colorful leaves falling down the marple trees. Kicking fallen chestnuts when passing by. And sometimes I remember back when we were in Iceland. Like the leaves, memories fall down and vanish. Still what is left, is the hope that they will regrow. Patrick filmed because "we forget". And for sure he is right, but I am afraid I will never be able to forget. Because Iceland changed me in a manner I never thought it would. Forgetting pictures, explicit thoughts is one thing, but this year up there in the north, to bring it to a point, made me realize some odd things: That everything is substituteable. What was important to me once, is adicable now. That ‚home’ is a very vague concept when you are basically free to go whereever you want. That having good friends, a family who cares, does not make them to understand everything, even if they try hard.

It is not necessarily just Iceland, probably it is much more, but Iceland induced it in some way: That I can´t even rely on myself to understand everything. I feel extremely free, but vulnerable on the same time. Maybe it is just growing up. Maybe it is more. But this uncertain feeling that everything can change in just a year makes it more and more difficult for me to bind to something, or someone. So in fact, I live the moment, I live it hard and with joy. I see damn lot rainbows down the road. I am attracted by the presence. Because it is something which is for sure. Which is fact. However, it makes me restless: rushing from adventure to adventure; the breaks within becoming shorter and shorter; with every single step I make, asking myself where it will head me to.

I could have saved all the writing. The lyric of the song just say the same in different words: We are far from home, but we're so happy. Far from home, all alone, but we're so happy. 

Iceland induced all this brainfuck and paradoxically it was also the last place where I felt home. And as it would not be enough, an Icelandic band can concentrate all this diffuse feelings I have, into two lines of lyric. Sniffing it, just showed me that we are never „all alone“ and Iceland offers some really gifted artists. But. We all knew that, since we lived there.

Wish you all the best and looking forward to see you in some future, which for sure will turn into presence some near time.