I feel like I left a piece of myself in Iceland. My recent trip was nothing short of magical, filled with unforgettable moments. I hiked alongside a lava field, got drenched by spectacular waterfalls, and was constantly awed by the lush greenery and breathtaking landscapes. The seaside was stunning, the people were kind, and the air was incredibly fresh.

Even my hair seemed to thrive, becoming softer and shinier in just one week. Seeing glacier-covered mountains on one side of the road and the sea on the other is something I'll never forget. I used to think people exaggerated when they said they missed Iceland, but now, less than a week after returning, I already feel like a part of me stayed behind.

Living in the Netherlands, with its persistent rain and gloom, often brings me down. But in Iceland, despite frequent rain, I felt refreshed and invigorated. It was unlike any vacation I've ever had; I was truly at peace. When I share this with my friends, they think I'm being poetic or exaggerating, but I genuinely am not.

I don't know what to do with this feeling. Does anyone else feel the same? Does this feeling of longing go away or get better with time?