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.