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Here we are again. I don't think I have much to say about this blog post, though. On Svanur's 75th birthday, we took a family road trip. Several vehicles packed with various extended family plus one clueless American farmhand cruised up and around the southern part of the Westfjords. This little trip happened on my third day in Iceland. I still didn't know what was going on. I still was getting comfortable with my new environment. I still am very confuse...

25 April 2017

"Here begins my journal. I am sitting in my Icelandair plane seat. 24F. 24 because my favorite number. 24 because my age. F because the window. I am leaning against my little corner of the aircraft trying to get comfortable. I have a third of a window behind my right shoulder and a full window in front of me that is slightly too far away to peer out inconspicuously with nonchalance. It's dark anyway."

That's how I opened my journal six weeks...

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