Iceland - First Impressions

When I first announced that I was going to Iceland, I was more often than not met with this response: "Iceland! Why would you go to Iceland?  What would make you want to go there?" or something along those lines.
To be completely honest, I have no idea why Iceland.  It sounded magical and the pictures looked amazing.  Plus, this time of year there is 24 hour sunlight.  Those are all the reasons I needed.  I usually just responded with "Why not?".
My sister and I hopped on our flight with Iceland Air, we were seated in seats 7D and 7F, I had left 7E, the middle seat open, as to try and deter anyone else from sitting with us, middle seats are always the last to get chosen.  It was just our luck, no one chose 7E so we had a row to ourselves.  We were seated  just in front of an emergency exit, which always gives more leg room, and directly beside the washroom, one positive, one negative.  
Next, we realize that we are the only row of seats that have no t.v. screens.  As the air stewardess walks past, checking seat belts and such, I lean over to her and say "We have no t.v!", as if she should also be surprised.  I am not really sure what I was expecting, but she kindly smiled at me and said, "Of course you do, they're under your seat." then proceeded to pull out this metal arm thing with a t.v. attached. The rest of the flight went smoothly and nothing notable happened which is always a win in my travel books.

When we arrived it was 6:30 a.m. in Iceland, 1:30 a.m. back home. We went through a security screening to leave the airport and hopped on the famous Flybus to Reykjavik.  We were hungry, tired and wreaked of airplane bathroom air freshener that had seeped out the doors, and onto us throughout our flight.  The trip from the airport into the city is about an hour, maybe even less.
In that hour, all I could think was that this is exactly how I envisioned the end of the world.  The sky was a grey-green color, like the tail end of a bad bruise and the sky was raining a very light mist over everything. All around me were black volcanic rocks covered in moss, and not much else.  Every so often you would pass a farm house built into the ground or a barn that hadn't been repainted in ages. All of the buildings we passed looked like abandoned warehouses, which we would realize later, were actually apartments or office spaces.  Everything thus far, had an eerie, you're never going to come back alive feel.  That was the first point that I thought to myself the question everyone else loved to ask: "Why Iceland?".