Every time a chapter closes and another opens blogging time comes. Also, an overwhelm of too much data in the head asks for a blog-release. At the beginning of a blog I have no idea where and how it will end, but it always starts with a bit of an overload in the little old mind.

Last time I wrote I was in Zagreb, and wanted to go back to Iceland, but according to my variable nature and the laws of the universe (one would be that “only change is constant”, you agree?) decisions changed and they have a way of sneaking up on me and suddenly taking an opposite direction again and again.

For now it is that I will move to Zadar and continue my studies, and finish the old hog off. What I feel and understand as the next chapter on this Path is to move away from all that is known, familiar and established in my life in Zagreb (I haven’t really been in Zagreb the last year, but what I mean is “the life” established in the last 10 years of living here). Move away, as in, yes, make a run for it and from it. One might think my plan is to run away, but it is more in the sense of run and keep running somewhere else, so the distance made can help me see clearer and have a nice observer’s view through the window. The window will be open, and the house will be in Zadar. The city I have been quietly loving and craving for for years and years. The city where my first memories of a social life began, and where I started school and where I felt like having a home. Living there throughout the war years made my connection to the place even stronger and more emotional. For years I had a hard time seeing pictures from the war-stricken town I had at times felt as if seeing pictures of an old friend being hurt. Zadar is so beautiful, such a vibrant urban place. And yet so quiet, calm and nice. As for people, I know not. Anyway there are people here, there and everywhere who are nice and less nice, and so the mangoes what? 

I see me alone, I see me not lonely.

I feel interdependant, not addicted.

I, sensitive and sensible, not weak.

A cat or a roaring lion, depending on the need.

Life is such a beauty. And whatever it brings me I trust it is giving me the lessons (wether pleasent or unpleasent ) that will make me move further, stronger and only more and more deep and more and more beautiful.

I live everything that comes in total gratitude for the knowledge it gives.