Turkey once was

Back in a place where I can read signs, ask for and follow directions, deal with money without quick mental conversions, drive, blend in (which after that long, actually feels great), and most importantly speak to fellow human beings and gain my independence back.

I think about that family from time to time and how great it probably is for them to get back to just being them. They’ve had an american girl living with them since May. Judging by my experience and being the second au pair, I can imagine what a relief it is getting rid of the foreigner in the equation. Only 33% of that family agreed to have me there. I could tell right away I was not unanimous decision.

God knows I feel much more at peace being back home. It was getting awfully lonely. Of course nothing has changed here, everything is just as I left it. Literally. Its weird to see my desk, my room, in the exact same situation as the day I left. Same things still in the pencil jar. Same clutter on my dresser. Same books. For some reason I thought it would have all changed. As a small reflected image of myself. If I change while I’m gone, why don’t belongings at least get up and move around too?

But this is why it’s home. And that’s why I love it.

My last days were surprisingly relaxing. I visited a traditional turkish bath, called a hamam. It was gorgeous and in the historic district. It was my by-far best “spa” experience. I went on my second-to-last day and loved it so much I considered going on my last day. http://www.cemberlitashamami.com.tr/hamam_english.htm

Til we meet again