Im missing Kabul at the moment. So so much. And Im missing Iceland even more. Constantly going to new places, meeting new people and gaining new experiences sound like a cool thing, and it is, but also really hard. You dont belong anywhere, you have no family. The friends you make disappear, and the groups you belong to scatter and melt away. They all just go home on move on to the next place. The feeling will pass I know, but this Monday everything just sucks.