Its been quite the two months living with my best friend and his family, but now that the 10th grade is over it is time that I finally move back home. Home is a mere 400 km from where I sit now, meaning that I yet again leave my awesome bunch of friends in the capital to start college on Akureyri next winter...
Although this is not nearly as far as I've moved previously, I realize that nowhere do I feel as much at home as I've come to feel on this cold little peninsula, just south of Reykjavik, despite being 1 of about 10 places I've lived on.
Sure, I had amazing friends back in Holland, I left rather quickly - I never really got the chance to say goodbye. But now it almost pains me not being able to give everyone I've known through the years a propper personal farewell.
10th grade is over and everyone I know from school splits into different colleges to learn different things, some of them I'll meet again one day, some sooner than others, some maybe never again.
Yes, we live in the digital world, but sometimes things said through a text message aren't enough - I want to thank everyone for the great times together, and tell them what an awesome person they are, because in the end I never regret the things I say, but the things that were never said.
Goodbye for now, Reykjavik.