Tick Tick Tick

And we’re down to one.

I’m going home.

I’m going home.

This time tomorrow I will be on the plane. In less than forty-eight hours, I’ll be hugging my nephews.

I’ll be walking down the coast of the Bosphorus, licking the best ice cream ever. I’ll be watching the waves and enjoying a delicious conversation with my best friend, Levent.

I’ll be hugging my nephews.

I’ll be curling up in the living room with my mom and my sister. I’ll be sitting on my dad’s lap. I’ll be giving kisses to my grandmothers.

I’ll be hugging my nephews.

I’ll be eating the special delicious salads that I can never find in New York. I’ll be eating Turkish feta cheese on toasted bread and drinking sour cherry juice. I’ll be picking fruits right from the tree. Erik and Dut, both non-existent in America.

I’ll be hugging my nephews.

I’ll call up my childhood friend Milka and visit her and her little boy. I’ll be hugging them, too. We’ll talk for hours. We’ll remember the old days, we’ll make new and wonderful memories.

I’ll be hugging my nephews.

I’ll do my best to write daily. Home always makes me think of my past. It’s amazing how everything feels like it should be the way it was when I was seventeen. Each time I go, there are new places, new trends, and the money is worth even less.

But I’ll be hugging my nephews.

I’m going home!

Previously? Wasted Emotions.