In the last year
I have felt isolated and alone, exhilarated and inspired, challenged and encouraged. I have made new friends, learning new words and phrases. I've celebrated bun-day and eating some pretty awful foods on Thorrablot. I've struggled to adapt to harsh seasonal changes, yet found my inner-child when there's a fresh snowfall. I've learned to take life slowly in the dark winters and fill the long, light summer nights. I've felt judged by people - labels, career boxes, or a lack of definition; I've built up my own little corner of the internet and my confidence with it. I've discovered a love for lobber soup and hot dogs. I've chased waterfalls, stood frozen admiring the Aurora, and am constantly amazed in disbelief by its dance. I've learned to drive on the other side of the road, in ice and snow - I'm amazed by local driving skills (especially parking, not). I've joined the national Roller Derby team. I've fallen deeper in love with my Viking and his heritage. And we continue to build our home, our lives, our dreams, and each other.
So, it's about time we look back over the year 'Living in Iceland' and reminisce a little...