Thirty-Eight

Hallo from Ísland!  I turn 38 today, and this is the first birthday (and the first time ever) that I’ll celebrate the day off of the North American continent, although I’m fairly sure that, with Þingvellir to our east, we’re actually still on the North American plate.  I have been on both sides of the rift in the last 13 days, though.

I have enjoyed this trip, and I plan to write much more about it by the end of the year.  We do have something like 120 GB of photos to go through.

28 months ago, I was on a journey out of a really dark time in my life, but I didn’t know what was going to happen.  I felt that, in some ways, it would be a restoration.  I didn’t know that my life would be irrevocably changed on my fourth day in that job.

Unfortunately for the both of us, I’ve been sick for the last few days and unable to do a lot of the fun things that we’d been looking forward to.  Danielle got to see a number of them, though, including the Northern Lights, something that she’d always wanted to see.  They put on quite the show while we were here.

My wife Danielle and the Northern Lights near Geysir in Iceland.  She took this one herself using a self-timer while I was passed out sick in our hotel room.
My wife Danielle and the Northern Lights near Geysir in Iceland. She took this one herself using a self-timer while I was passed out sick in our hotel room.

I don’t really know what my 39th orbit has for me.  This past year, we settled in a little bit to being married to each other, I got certified as a flight controller for the International Space Station, had a contract to build a house, got out of that contract because the builder screwed up the foundation, found another house the next day, bought that house, got the old townhouse ready to sell, put that house on the market, celebrated living half of my life in Huntsville, decided to come here to Iceland while owning two houses, and got very lucky to put the townhouse under contract 72 hours before leaving town.

I’d be happy if life slowed down just a little bit this year, but I’m betting that things won’t.  I’ve got a big thing or two lined up in the pipe (more later, if I get around to writing about it; the pace here has indeed slowed), and work never seems to get much slower.  40 is looming, and I’m starting to come to grips with that.  I often remark that I am not old (I won’t be old for another few decades), but I am clearly no longer young.

We’ll be on a plane home in nine hours, and we’ll be back in the US in 15 or so.  This has been a great trip, but as always, I’m ready to be home.  I’ve been a professional engineer since 2002 and in this business since 1999, and this is the first time that I’ve taken two weeks of paid vacation.  I call this growth.

Thanks in advance for all the birthday wishes.