As this blog is meant to act as my (very public) diary, I had the urge a few days ago to share how looking back at these photos made me feel.
For the first time ever, my father booked a family holiday just a few weeks ago. To Iceland, much to our surprise. As someone who doesn’t exactly thrive on ice, I was quite chuffed to be going during the summer. Little did I know, the puffins leave in early August! I was too late. However, I shared a tender moment with some lovely Icelandic horses.
I was just 8 years old that fateful summer. That’s how most YA or pre-teen novels start right?
My sister and I were living in a practically empty apartment while our father was on an assignment in Dallas. Actually, I remember I said goodbye to all my friends in May because I thought we were moving to Dallas for good. That was an awkward way to start fourth grade. “Oh LOL JK I’m actually here to stay.”