Þetta reddast

It's 2 am in Reykjavik, and I am wide awake because yesterday I fell asleep early in the afternoon while trying to figure out where to have dinner (which as you can probably tell, did not come to fruition). There's a storm brewing outside, Abe is happily snoring under the sheets, and I have a steaming cup of coffee on my bedside table. I figure it's as good a time as any to inject some life back into this blog.

There is this Icelandic expression, Þetta reddast, which means "things will work out okay". I cannot think of a better way to describe the year I've just had.


I spent a good chunk of 2016 adjusting to life in Yokohama. Moving here was an attempt to push myself out of my comfort zone - I did not know a single soul in our Japan office (or so I thought - as it turns out I had a bunch of ex-colleagues in another department), and to be honest I had very little grasp of what the job entailed. All I knew was it was going to be an uphill climb, and all I had was enough faith in myself that I am capable enough to do what needs to be done.


Now that the assignment is over I can only be thankful that I seized the opportunity when it presented itself. Not only did I gain valuable experience, but Yokohama is also a wonderful, wonderful place to live in. Whenever I would make my way towards the apartment, even after a particularly long day at work, I would find myself smiling and thanking my lucky stars for bringing me here. See? It all worked out in the end.

Japan will probably never be home, but it will always have a special place in my heart, and I'm sure it won't be long before I find my way back here again.


And then there was December.

I did not want to be the crazy bride who could only talk about her wedding, but during the weeks leading to it there was little else on my mind. Truth be told it consumed a lot more of my energy than I would've liked. There were important things - legal and church papers, the guestlist - and there were superficial things - my nail polish color, the type of embossing on the invites - but they were things that have to be attended to nonetheless. It was exhausting, the number of decisions that had to be made, and I would be lying if I said I didn't entertain the possibility of eloping just to get it done and over with.


There were a billion things that could go wrong - and a few things that actually did go wrong - but at the end of the day, I only needed to get one thing right. And that I did.


Hello, 2017.
We're ready for you.

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