we went to yalikavak and the Aegean was so lovely. and we ate and we ate and everything tasted of olive oil and salt.
we went to new hampshire later. and everything tasted up dew and sunshine.
life is easy in nh. it is unpretentious and the trees cradle you in their shade as the peepers call the night in. it is lovely and my family is like peas and carrots and i miss them everyday.
coming back to this big city is difficult for me; not culturally or physically, but mentally, spiritually. i was raised among trees not buildings, my body prefers 2 wheels to four, and the emptiness and silence of the world, to me, is beautiful; natural solitude and space are rare commodities in istanbul and i find that my skin craves the grass, the roughness of bark, my limbs the breath of wandering summer air, beach sand, resting on sun-baked stones.
living in a foreign place is exhilarating, illuminating, gratifying and i love the life that surrounds me; but, as im sure many wanderers would agree, the best part of being abroad is leaving, is the return to a smaller world, simple loves, the things that you hold with you wherever you go...home.
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