My family comes from a place of ice and whiteness.
That’s the way it is….even though “my family” is my family…..the ones I love, the ones who are closest to me.
I am with my family now.
I remember my ancestors….but I am with my family now.
Still, in spite of the history of ice and cold, I want to be on an island somewhere…..sometimes.
Maybe if I watched more animated cartoons about Norwegians doing cool stuff I’d say that I wanted to live in the place of ice and whiteness…..and chase reindeer?
I’m pretty predictable that way.
Here’s a video of that Moana song….
I’m so confused now.