I booked my flight, a one-way ticket from Reykjavik to Toronto today. A little less than a year ago I had booked my flight from Toronto to Reykjavik without booking a return ticket.
I never wanted a return ticket, but now it's cheap and I don't think I have any more money for the Norway/Scandinavia expedition I had originally planned on.
This flight confirms everything - it confirms that I was here for almost a year and it confirms that I am going back home. The reality of it is sinking in - this is not my home, and I am going back home.
I have a little less than 3 months left on this island. I am not going to do everything I intended to do. But it's way more than I ever asked for or expected.