Letter from Iceland #85

The "loving Iceland, leaving Iceland" edition

Last week I wrote a bit about my failed attempt to adapt to Icelandic society when I returned to the country of my birth as an adult. Or should I say “grown up person”—because “adult” suggests that I had my shit together, which I absolutely did not.

In case you missed it:

So there I was, living in my derelict apartment that was an all-too clear reflection…