I’ve watch l’Auberge  Espagnole twice in as many days. It reminds me of Iceland in a bittersweet way. And it’s a wonderful film.

I miss Iceland so much and I berate myself for leaving, for being a coward, and homesick, and uncertain, and weak – for being young, in fact, and when I think that I have to stop. There are the Young and Reckless, and the Young and Tentative. Much as I may protest, I am the second. It’s not all bad. And you shouldn’t dislike yourself for being young.

I’m still sad, but keeping my head up as much as I can. I will try to reenter the world now.

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