It seems life has a way of taking you in and making you forget about a lot of things. Life definitely captured me for a while, making me forget to update my blog. I know it's a little late for talking about my return, but here it is anyways.
As some of you may know, I'm back; back to my home, my family and friends, back to good ol' absolutely freezing Canada. It's funny how everyone thinks that Iceland is so much colder than here, because it's closer to the pole, but it's very much the opposite. Still after almost two months, I look around at all the trees, forest, mountains, and snow that we have and compare it to the completely different landscape of Iceland. The world is so unique and different from one part to the other.
The flight home was really beautiful. As we flew along the globe, we were literally chasing the sun as it tried to set. The plane followed the sunset the entire ride, making for sky ranging between hot red and dull purple. It didn't turn dark until we landed in Seattle. It was great for me because I'm somewhat in love with the sunset, so having seven hours of the vibrant sky was a rare moment where I could barely take my gaze from the window. Things like that don't just happen everyday unless your some jet setter. lol
Coming home was great. At first it felt so weird to be back because it was so different from what I'd gotten used to. Plus, there was no wind and the day we landed, people were walking around in t-shirts. T-shirts in December. That was a shock in itself. For a while I felt like there was still a part of me left in Iceland that was taking its time to cross the ocean, but it made its way. It's always great seeing your friends and family when you haven't been with them for a while. For me, at first, it's a little bit awkward, but then you get into your old ways with them and then the moment comes where you're just sitting there, laying back and you think "this feels good" with that content little smile on your face and your fingers interlocked in your lap or behind your head. "I'm home".
I love home, but overall, I too learnt to love Iceland. It's like another lens has been added to my outlook on life, and it's been the biggest one for me so far. I've been to other places: Mexico, California, Ontario/Montreal; but none has effected me as much as Iceland did. Perhaps it's because I stayed there so long and got to know the people, the nature, the culture. Traveling truly changes and opens up a person's mind and thinking: It did for me. It's like another section of my self-portrait has been painted on; another layer has been added to the shape of who I am. I'll always look back to it and reminisce in the memories created, the people I met.
I'm thankful for my Iceland Adventure. It'll always be a part of me. It'll always be that treasure box at the back of my mind; and although I've shut the lock on it for now, I know it's not the last time I'll see it.
Adieu mes amis,
Lexie <3
As some of you may know, I'm back; back to my home, my family and friends, back to good ol' absolutely freezing Canada. It's funny how everyone thinks that Iceland is so much colder than here, because it's closer to the pole, but it's very much the opposite. Still after almost two months, I look around at all the trees, forest, mountains, and snow that we have and compare it to the completely different landscape of Iceland. The world is so unique and different from one part to the other.
The flight home was really beautiful. As we flew along the globe, we were literally chasing the sun as it tried to set. The plane followed the sunset the entire ride, making for sky ranging between hot red and dull purple. It didn't turn dark until we landed in Seattle. It was great for me because I'm somewhat in love with the sunset, so having seven hours of the vibrant sky was a rare moment where I could barely take my gaze from the window. Things like that don't just happen everyday unless your some jet setter. lol
Coming home was great. At first it felt so weird to be back because it was so different from what I'd gotten used to. Plus, there was no wind and the day we landed, people were walking around in t-shirts. T-shirts in December. That was a shock in itself. For a while I felt like there was still a part of me left in Iceland that was taking its time to cross the ocean, but it made its way. It's always great seeing your friends and family when you haven't been with them for a while. For me, at first, it's a little bit awkward, but then you get into your old ways with them and then the moment comes where you're just sitting there, laying back and you think "this feels good" with that content little smile on your face and your fingers interlocked in your lap or behind your head. "I'm home".
I love home, but overall, I too learnt to love Iceland. It's like another lens has been added to my outlook on life, and it's been the biggest one for me so far. I've been to other places: Mexico, California, Ontario/Montreal; but none has effected me as much as Iceland did. Perhaps it's because I stayed there so long and got to know the people, the nature, the culture. Traveling truly changes and opens up a person's mind and thinking: It did for me. It's like another section of my self-portrait has been painted on; another layer has been added to the shape of who I am. I'll always look back to it and reminisce in the memories created, the people I met.
I'm thankful for my Iceland Adventure. It'll always be a part of me. It'll always be that treasure box at the back of my mind; and although I've shut the lock on it for now, I know it's not the last time I'll see it.
Adieu mes amis,
Lexie <3