At this very moment, I was scheduled to be on a plane to Iceland. Except I’m sitting on a couch in the Miller’s home writing this.
As I walked through the days after my second flood in less than two years, a place of joy was anticipating the trip my friend and I had planned several months ago to go again to Iceland.
The last time I went to Iceland, it was only weeks after the Tax Day Flood. My friend, whose home is in Georgia, had been visiting me when during that storm and had gone through the flooding with me. In Iceland we found healing and beauty and rest.
We planned this return trip to Iceland sitting on the couches of the Cuellars’ home, my temporary housing this past year. We would go to the places we hadn’t visited the last time, and we would celebrate my return…
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