Swedish Sweaters for the Sojourning Sage

I love alliteration, the steady repetition of friendly letters greeting each other in a satisfying manner, all saying yoo-hoo, hello lovely, my are you not marvelous? Hence I made the title of this an alliteration, another awe-filled word. But I am also discovering a budding love for the far off country of Iceland, its majestic beauty, makes my heart rear back its head and sing, and also the year round need to be wearing sweaters, another concept that my whole frame yearns for, do not ask me why, for I truly find it unexplainable, my fetish for sweaters. So I will sojourn out of here and travel to that remote world, raise 3 to 4 dogs, have a cat, a few birds, fish, and a ball python, all in a small, perfectly situated cabinesque or cape cod styled house, then I could leave home. Perhaps. Even still I feel that I may just hang around for a little longer before venturing out. For that would be a very big adventure. Marching forth from the place you have grown your heart, and taking those steps that have the pretense of boundless courage but are shivering with fear. Oh dear, still trying to accept it. But I am going to stay here with my friends, those sweet hearts, ah I love them.Yes I will stay for them.