|Home sweet home|
My morning flight is delayed 40 minutes due to technical problems with the machine. Matta is kind enough to take me to the airport despite having to work, and we chat and sip coffee before leaving. The cat doesn’t want me to go. I’ll miss her. The flight is uneventful. I have a window seat as usual. Flying over the fjords is beautiful. I am extremely grateful, a bit melancholic but not sad. I have a good life with one foot on the island and one on the continent. I look forward to returning soon and know that one day it will be for good.
In Reykjavík there’s no snow and it rains like crazy most of the day. I feel like I’m in an entirely different country. I jump in a taxi, ride to Súsanna’s and let myself in with my key. After depositing my luggage, I head off to the hardware store. I really need a toilet seat! Back in the remote Westfjords, I just can’t find a seat that fits properly. My old one is held together with cable ties and its expected lifespan is very short. After finding what I need, I head straight to the post office and mail it back home, where Angela will take good care of it until I return.
Then I jump in the bus and head to the mall to meet Björg for some shopping and a nice dinner at Hamborgarafabrikkan. In the evening I sit in Mezzo café with a mango chai latte and read. Later Súsanna and I chat until 11:30 and just after I fall asleep, my phone wakes me with a text message from Angela: fantastic display of northern lights in Ísafjörður. I’m homesick already!