I will never forget sitting in my bedroom, lights out, my face pressed up against the glass with my mom right beside me. It was Youth Group night at the house across the street from us. We had been at Keflavik NAS, Iceland for maybe one month and I was struggling to find new friends, no easy task for an introverted tenth grader. My mom had told me I needed to find an activity to get involved in so we watched together to see if I knew a face, a name of someone going into the chaplain’s house that night. Sure enough I knew a couple of faces and a…