My Muddy Side

The summer is ending and in fews days we will move back to the south, to Reykjavík, to home.

It has been an amazing summer, and i ve to say that the Icelandic country side experience has been very good. I ve discovered a side of Iceland, that i didn´t know and i love it. I had 3 main fears

First I ve to say that i was a bit scared to live 1 hours away to the next "Very Good Coffee To Go" establisment was frightening but i made it. Still not that addicted ! You are probably thinking ... well very good coffee can be made at home... but for me this very good coffee is more than just a coffee.... this very good coffee is possibility, opportunity and space. (mundus est geographicus)

Second, i can say it today that i was a bit scarred to leave the city to go to live in the country. (that sounds like a good plot for a TV show.....!). I guess i ve still some rest of France, but for me ... being Gay and living in te country side.... was like being Hemophilic and being into needles play....Not Good. I even thought my first day that they,the others, the locals were going to welcome us with fork and torch...Didn´t Happen... Not Yet !!!!

Third, Myself. I think i was my biggest fear. I ve to say... that being raised as a countryside boy in France, then moved to the "great" city of Reims when i was 15, to finally end up when i was 22 in Reykjavík, Iceland..... i was scared of mysefl when i started to think about going back to the countryside...One second i though it was a regression... "Back to the Mud" But that is not right to say that this is a regression. i guess i am more mature now... and less superficial (Where is my F(word) coffee??). I was scared to no be able to make it and to find out that i had lost something that i am secretly cheering deep inside me..... My muddy side... My muddyself

Yes Lady and Gentleman ... I ve a muddy side... and i am proud of it. I like it wet and dirty....

I ve to say that i relate this muddy side to my childhood in the "bucolic" French countryside and all those hours that i ve spend to play outside.. alone.. and being just muddy and happy...

But today i am not alone... but i am happy and because he loves me .... he let me be muddy and i ve to say that i will not have been muddy anywhere without him, and i just want to say thank you to him to have drag me to the north of Iceland, and to have shown me that i was able to survive there....

Ólafsfjörður is a very nice place to live... Unfortunately due to the non-presence of a "Very Good Coffee To Go" place....I can´t finish this sentence.....I guess i just miss Reykjavík, my office at the university, the city center, going to the gym, seeing my friends.....

Next Friday i will move back from the Countryside to the city and i feel like a porphet about the Icelandic Country Side : Oyé Oyé Urban People....The countryside is there and the countryside is good !!!!

Virgile