It's funny how seven months can just fly by and feel like they never happened. Walking these foggy streets, Istanbul feels like a dream; just about everything is right were I left it. There are naturally, a few noticeable differences. The sales tax may have risen a percent, bus fares may now be two bucks, cafés and shops may have shut down with new ones in their place, and there may be far more "for rent" signs than when I left— but still, this is a city I can call mine.
I love sitting down with a friend and realising that time doesn't really mean much; you still laugh at each other's jokes, have that ability to confide, "get" those incomprehensible things about each other— even though much has happened in life, the friendship has remained a constant. The funny thing is, I feel that I have learned more about each friend since I have moved and come back. I didn't think it was possible, but I appreciate them even more now. I had a wonderful, bitter-sweet time in San Francisco, and even though I am looking forward to going home to Istanbul, I can't wait to return to SF.
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