My face, as I ponder through life.
Though I is leaving now. Packin and go. Away and away towards home. Goodbye Istanbul.
I’ve met and gotten to know so many amazing people here. I made a few friends that I will forever <3 and will always be thinking of. I worked on a startup, fell and started a better one. Made my first mobile app for a doctor, worked on various graphics and interfaces and dived into the exciting world of user experience design. We held 5 amazing events with the Entrepreneurs Roundtable team in Istanbul and I was lucky enough to host the conversation.
Today I can’t imagine how my life would have turned out if I didn’t make the decision to leave NY and spend time in Turkey.
2 years ago one fine evening as I was leaving a bar to head back home by Washington Square Park, I asked myself “Duygu you must be more of a nut case than you ever thought you were, you’re about to leave your husband, the capital of the world, an amazing job offer and friends behind to go back and do what exactly in Turkey?”
There was no clear answer, just a gut feeling. I was embarrassed that the decision that I was about to make was going to be based on mere feelings and had no rational behind it. But because I’ve never taken the feeling of embarrassment seriously I shrugged it off pretty easily. After all, my fate was sealed when my parents named me Duygu, which means sentiments in Turkish.
A blink later my intentions surfaced. The gut had spoken.
I wanted to make things right. Growing up I was never able to connect with my father, we lived apart and we both felt like we didn’t know each other. And now that I was married, I had this feeling that it might be my last chance to glue things together. He was going through a rough time and was adjusting to his new role as a single parent. Meanwhile my sister was growing up faster than GMO cucumbers and was about to hit her golden years of eye-rolling, mood swinging and youtube obsessing.
We all needed to get to know one another on a deeper level to be able to carry on with our lives individually.
And much to my surprise that is exactly what happened. It was work. We had good days and we had bad days but it’s the distance traveled together that mattered.
Today after 2 years, as I pack to head back to NY, I’ve realized that we’ve been fortunate enough to find a chance, a collection of moments, where we were given the opportunity to be able to strengthen our bonds as a family. I have now learned the true meaning of silat ur rahim, the importance and necessity of kinship. And whether we admit it or not, how much it really matters for a healthy functioning heart.