Going home

Spent the last day in í Iceland lazing around at my grandparents. Watched Encanto for the third time, IMO it contains Lin Manuel Miranda's best and worst work to date (way more good than bad though). I look forward to coming back to Denmark but I also already miss Iceland and my family. Living in another country than my family and most of my friends who I grew up with is strange sometimes. You are in a strange state of calling both places home and being without a home. I "go back home to Iceland" when in Denmark, but in Iceland I also"go back home to Denmark". But either way I feel fully ready for traveling back to Denmark (going back home)