Munin.

And so I return. I cannot believe that time passed so quickly. Suddenly I'm back, poised to return to my studies. It feels strange. Sitting there, in a taxi, on a bus, in a plane, on a train, looking out on the world.

I don't think I've ever reflected over the sound a train makes, just by moving, before. To me it's the beginning and end of a journey. I sat there, thinking about... Well, everything. The lush, intense green landscape of the island I'd just left behind made the wide golden fields of my homeland seem as bleak as the desert surrounding the Dead Sea had seemed when I gazed out over it all. I didn't think about all of this on my way there. It was a rush, and I got there the night before I started working in Belfast. No time for reflection then, and 2 weeks later, I was at home there. I keep doing this. I toss myself into unknown waters, knowing no one ahead of time, adapting as it happens. It's worked wonderfully so far, but only because I know I've got a place to fall back on if I need it. Thank you, everyone that has made this possible - both new people, that I've encountered and shared a piece of my life with, and the ones that were already there for me.

With every step I take, I make more of the world Home. And I'm fuckin' glad I have you all. I know that few are more than a message away, but life is still full of bitter farewells. I'm glad, in a way, since this means that you're worth missing. So here's to you, people of the isle. I'll be back for more.