all i want to do is travel. every minute of everyday. some people get married and invest in a mortgage and the luxury of the “american” dream. my husband and i got married and decided to invest in travel. i will live in a crappy, little apartment and share one car the rest of my life if that could mean that i could travel the world. if that means i see a man bake bread in the ground. if that means i dance on a frozen artic lake. if that means i could hike a glacier while talking with an elderly british woman
who worked with the british monarchy for years about the drama of downton abby. or if that means i could feel completely lost in the swirl of words that i will never comprehend.
iceland is a small glimpse into what winter will be like in heaven.
a place i hope to return to once again.