Needless to say, we had a pretty wonderful time. Isa and Katie flew home on Thursday and I'm settling back into the apartment where I'll be for the next six weeks, beginning to e-mail people for interviews, exploring flea markets, coffee shops, and nights where the sun never sets.
Our five-day trip around Iceland felt epic. This was mainly because at any given time the landscape was constantly shifting, seeming to discover brand new manifestations of beauty that miraculously existed all at the same time. The video we made was filmed (and edited) on the same day, which goes to show you just how diverse the landscape is. It also means that throughout the week they were here, I ended up taking just short of 1,000 photos. I wish I was exaggerating because that would mean organizing them was much easier. (I won't make you look at all of them).
I am not the only one who has made a journey this year. Cutting the chord from Swarthmore (from any college you've loved for four years), is a rather painful process for many people I've spoken with. It has to do with the fact that many of us are crushed with uncertainty about what we should be doing, or what we even want to be doing. It has to do with the fact that paying jobs are hard to come by right now. It has to do with the fact that we have to create new identities for ourselves, staying afloat in big cities of strangers or office cubicles or studios. But most of all, it has to do with loss. It is an understated and enormous loss to give up a place and community you love; to go your separate ways and realize that all of the ground we stood on has evaporated. The common language of seminar discussions, pub night, and people has disappeared. We are not all living the same lives anymore and have fewer parallel experiences to share.