I miss home - I really do - and a nice break to refocus the mind and the spirit ought to do me well. I'm half expecting a tea withdrawal as my daily intake is abruptly compromised from, say, 5 cups a day to 1 (maybe?). It'll also be quite strange to be in the presence of English speakers and non-smokers. I could go for a burger, too, but its not a worthy substitute for Turkish cuisine.
I've found myself recently surprised at how normal my surroundings have become. The call to prayer doesn't phase me as it did when I arrived (this happened in Cairo, too), and the idiosyncrasies of Turkish lifestyle are payed without heed. I know that when I leave for a longer amount of time, I will miss Turkey deeply. Yes, I'm happy to come home for this much needed break, but considering my more permanent departure is a deeply sad thought. When I'm feeling stressed and out-of-place, I need only pause for a sec and consider how lucky I am. To be greeted by the old minarets at the end of my street when I leave my flat in the morning, and to hear the streets awash with the call to prayer as the sun sets over the mountains. I know these are things I'll never expereince in the same capacity come June, and I yearn to hold onto a solid memory. It's kindling for future nostalgia, yessiree.
I'll leave you with an awesome final sentence. This weekend I'll celebrate the New Year in Istanbul.
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