Don't worry, I still have two and probably three more FF posts to finish, and I will do so: one on day two and one or two on day three.
But before I get to finish those, it's time to head back to Keflavik for the flight out of Iceland. And I'm feeling a tiny bit introspective.
This is the close of my fourth trip to Iceland in 13 months. Attending Fanfest last year really felt like a one-off special occasion at the time. I'm not usually one for attending gaming conventions and I mostly attended last year so that I could meet and talk to lots of my readers. The three following trips were paid for by CCP. Outside my hotel room window, they're taking down the flags outside Harpa. The ringing of those flagpoles in the northern winds will probably forever be the sound of Fanfest for me.(1) Will I be back?
I've always been really good at recognizing when I wasn't going to see a place or a person again... not quite a sixth sense, but close enough for government work. When I left California as a young man, I knew in my heart I'd be back. Almost 20 years later, I was, and am. When I left Connecticut and Texas for the last time after long stints living in both places, I felt I wouldn't be back (true so far). There are other places I've been and lived that I know I will return to someday: Portland, Oregon tops the list.
And now looking out over the Reykjavik harbor, I know this is only "so long for now." I'll be back here one day.
Next year for Fanfest? A future Fanfest? A future term on the CSM? Who knows? But I know this isn't my last time walking these streets.
So... so long for now, Reykjavik! See you soon.
(1) And I'm stunned that nobody stole one overnight. ;-)