My name is Izabella.
I’m from Denmark. Originally. Thats where it all began.
From a young age my family moved to England where i grew up, and when i turned 19 i high tailed it to Texas, where the ponies are smart and the horizon never ends. And where the man who was to sweep me off my feet was born.
Thats what i’m doing here. Living on the American frontier, so many miles from home and always getting further away.
And loving almost every minute. There are bad times, hard times and sad times — as there is everywhere but it’s a mighty adventure to be sure. I’m 27 with the wisdom of an 80 year old but the spirit of a raven; who remembers and thinks of everything.
My life is a book with old linen pages that need to be filled, and one i will reach my last page. The page that is barely hanging on to the spine of the threaded book.
I’ll be sitting in a rocking chair, on a porch, thinking of the many places i’ve seen, the people i’ve loved and the many homes i’ve loved along the way; as i’m watching the sun go down while my life wastes away to be carried by the wind — to whom ever needs it next.
But, until that day comes — i’m just living.
To see where the hell it is that i’m going and if i’m ever coming back.