Born on The Islands of Faroe, in the capital city, Tórshavn. For some 17 years I lived in my hometown on the west of The Faroe Islands, called Sandavágur, which was a great place to grow up. It is not common these days to have the entire town as a playground. As you may or may not know, the Faroe Islands is a peaceful place, I often like to call it the modern Hobbiton. The travelling brochures call it the last untouched paradise on earth but that might be overstating it a little - although it might feel like it for some. So you will understand my meaning when I say the whole town was my playground, as there are no immediate dangers, apart from the limitations of the town, by way of mountains that I didn't know, and the ocean that I had no intention of knowing any better than enjoying the view of it from time to time. If you are thinking it, kidnapping does not occur here.
Here is where I worked for many years, until I decided that the confines of the town were becoming too constricting for my comfort. As such I ventured to Norway to a bibleschool In Bergen called Levende Ord. I wont bore you with the details of that visit - although they are numerous and interesting - but i think you catch the importance of my two year stay there if I said that I met my first love in that school.
After this visit, regrettably, I went back to The Faroe Islands. I say regrettably because there was nothing waiting for me here. I think I now understand why I had to leave the Faroe Islands in the first place. One way to learn that lesson again I suppose. Anyway, coming back wasn't a complete loss. I went back to school to Improve my degree, and social skills -which at this time were all but unused. you meet so many characters in Norway, after a while you get used to the changing social interactions that nothing daunts you. Upon returning to The Faroe Islands, there was nothing but the most essential communication between the folks that I know here, so my skills needed brushing up - needed rediscovering, so-to-speak.
The elementary school back in the day had been an experience that I didn't want to repeat. So you can imagine my trepidation at the prospect of going back to school. In hindsight, I'm glad I did. Sometimes it takes a new experience to realize that things do change - or maybe they don't maybe our individual self is the only thing that changes. Yes, I'm a bit of a psychology buff.
This brings us to the present day. It has now been two and a half years since that two year stay in school in Tórshavn. Today I am considering, once again, going back to school. It appears that unless you have a fancy degree no job will be available to you in the Faroe Islands. So I will be leaving to do just that. the notion is to go to Ireland by the end of next year where I hope to study journalism... more on this as it develops.
Here is where I worked for many years, until I decided that the confines of the town were becoming too constricting for my comfort. As such I ventured to Norway to a bibleschool In Bergen called Levende Ord. I wont bore you with the details of that visit - although they are numerous and interesting - but i think you catch the importance of my two year stay there if I said that I met my first love in that school.
After this visit, regrettably, I went back to The Faroe Islands. I say regrettably because there was nothing waiting for me here. I think I now understand why I had to leave the Faroe Islands in the first place. One way to learn that lesson again I suppose. Anyway, coming back wasn't a complete loss. I went back to school to Improve my degree, and social skills -which at this time were all but unused. you meet so many characters in Norway, after a while you get used to the changing social interactions that nothing daunts you. Upon returning to The Faroe Islands, there was nothing but the most essential communication between the folks that I know here, so my skills needed brushing up - needed rediscovering, so-to-speak.
The elementary school back in the day had been an experience that I didn't want to repeat. So you can imagine my trepidation at the prospect of going back to school. In hindsight, I'm glad I did. Sometimes it takes a new experience to realize that things do change - or maybe they don't maybe our individual self is the only thing that changes. Yes, I'm a bit of a psychology buff.
This brings us to the present day. It has now been two and a half years since that two year stay in school in Tórshavn. Today I am considering, once again, going back to school. It appears that unless you have a fancy degree no job will be available to you in the Faroe Islands. So I will be leaving to do just that. the notion is to go to Ireland by the end of next year where I hope to study journalism... more on this as it develops.