It serves me right for moving to Turkey without a plan beyond landing at the airport. I'll spare you the details of the saga (and indeed it was a saga), but I have finally made it. I am temporarily living in a place called the Superdorm (I'm not kidding) with three 19 year olds who are (admirably) as focused on their classes as they are on the boys next door, but I wanted adventure and this is it. I spent the first few days running around and settling in. I tried to get a converter/adaptor to plug into the wall for my computer and trying to explain what I wanted at the shop was quite a challenge. To both my amusement and distress, I left when I realised the shopkeeper thought I was describing something pornographic. Sigh. Needless to say, I still haven't managed to locate one.
Istanbul has captivated me. It is filled with inconsistencies and subtleties and bubbles with passion. The nightlife is reminiscent of New York in a disconcerting way, but there are just so many eclectic options. The men can be very beautiful, with their dark hair and green eyes, but since my attraction to someone is so verbal, the language barrier makes all that attractiveness moot. I am running around in sweat pants and sneakers and it is glorious to feel like a student again and have time to read. The boys on campus (and believe me they are boys in every sense of the word) shyly come up to me with the most adorable and inane excuses. I have been roaming around the city as well and just looking at the stunning view of the Bosphorus fills me with contentment.
I know I have to live near the water some day. The interludes of loneliness here are somehow more poignant with the added sense of isolation. How are you doing? Is all well in New York? I've had some very "interesting" moments here thus far. Some day I'll tell you about the advantages of being mistaken as an Asian film star. My life would be unbelievable as a work of fiction.
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