On Monday I made it official. Tomorrow I’m going to step on the ferry Norrørna and start travelling to Denmark. First I’m going to couchsurf a German guy for a night in Esbjerg, the place where the ferry goes to, and then head to Blistrup where I’m awaited by a family in a farm. I’ll be there for a start and probably keep looking for some paid job.

Last days I haven’t really been doing anything special, mostly just stayed at home. I don’t feel like taking the last of Faroes before leaving, because it’s not like being on trip anyway and right now I feel like being between the past and the future. I’m still here but in my mind I have already tuned myself to what’s coming so I’m not living into this here anymore and even waiting for moving on. As I come to think about it I partly regret what I’m doing and feel that I haven’t taken all my chances, because this here is really worth of enjoying. But in a way I seem to idealise the islands for myself, thinking of it always brings stronger emotions that being in the middle of reality. Or maybe I just haven’t had a proper chance to really get into it because of this very unstable life I’ve had here.

Farvæl, Føroyar! I will miss you until the end of time.
But we shall meet again. I promise.