bjóða velkominn

No, I don't speak Icelandic, nor am I a descendant of its soils. I just like it. I like it much in the same way that I like the landscape, its architecture, the look of the words, the names of its cities. Like is a pretty nondescript word; it doesn't do my fervor for all things Icelandic any justice, but love is, I think, an expression of appreciation for something you are familiar with, and as I can neither speak Icelandic, nor have I been there (yet), I feel that I cannot use it in this context. That aside, welcome, welcome to this little piece of ground, or cyberspace, or whatnot. If I had it my way, I would be perched upon some rocky bluff in a remote, Geyser rich wasteland currently -- but alas, I am stuck in insipid and overcast England for the time being. Welcome to my world.

My name is Hannah, I live in a village in the heart of rural Cheshire, but a stones' throw away from the eaves of Delamere forest. I am prone to procrastination, which manifests in my constantly creating, remodeling and resurrecting old blogs, which never last long enough to find an audience. For the past two years, I have studied English Literature at the University of Aberdeen, and am currently entering into my final year with a great deal of trepidation. I feel far too young to be leaving education, yet far too old -- and disenchanted with the modern world -- to be excited by the prospect of starting a career. This is going to be a pivotal year.

In light of this lack of staying power, the anonymous internet populace shall not have to long suffer the inevitable series of hedonistic rants that are to follow this post! Who am I kidding, I as well might address these ramblings to myself, for all the traffic that I am liable to receive here but I am forever an optimist. I will likely be swooning over any pretty treasures that I encounter along the course of my daily life, and post any photos that I might happen to take -- because I love my camera dearly and consider it an extension of my soul. Or I might, should I happen to believe in souls.

SO, I think you can see, already, that I write too much and say too little. In truth, I haven't had an awful lot to say of late -- I have suffered from a terrible dearth of inspiration and motivation for over a year now, but I hope that this blog might be helpful in freeing up my mind somewhat. I am too indecisive in what I mean, to be able to put it down on the page anymore, whereas in years gone by, I knew my mind well enough to reach a sturdy conclusion and then some.


Þangað til the næstur tími , þá. kveðja
Until the next time, then. Goodbye!