If I write in the order that I had to say “goodbye”;
- greek brother; who taught me that it is ok to do mistakes in my work as long as I learn from them.
- good old friends from undergrad (Yasemin, Yigit, Kivanc, Ezgi); who made me remember once again that even if you don’t contact with good old friends for a long time, once you do, you can always start from where you left off as if you have never separated.
- aunt and cousins; who took me back to the years before I left Zonguldak and come to Istanbul for my university and made me realize that the everyday family routine is not actually something boring like I always thought it would be and it can give back to you the peace you often lose while working. I cannot really realize this when I visit my parents because it is usually not for more than a week and we try to do bazillion fun things during that week which doesn’t quite allow any routine but which gives me peace in some other way.
I came back to Lausanne,
weirded out when I heard the French speaking people on the streets due to hearing only Americanish for the last two weeks,
got into my apartment,
felt like a stranger to the place
till I called two good new friends (one greek, one turkish) for tea and then watched a movie with them. :)
Life is nice to me as long as I know how to feel not alone! :)
