A few months ago I thought that after my exams were done I would be travelling around but instead, do to lack of willpower and money and any real motivation (it was snowing up north last week and people keep on telling me it's not that nice - except for the Eastfjords), I'm once again spending time in Reykjavik coffeeshops.
I find I'm just spending most of my days making last appointments with people who are leaving. We meet and then we talk about deep/shallow topics and then they sort of say, "Have a nice life." in more or less words and then we part. I feel like I might see them again, but I guess it won't really hit me until I get back home.
I miss muffins. They don't have them in cafés here at all.