from Istanbul, with love

Vacations are ephemeral. One minute you’re in a new city, making your way from the airport to your hotel. You’re starry-eyed and energetic with the days stretching ahead of you like they would never end. There’s so much you want to see, the sun is a little brighter, the nights are a little longer. But just when you get the hang of the city, just when you know your way around, when you’re settling into the perfect pattern, it all comes to an end. You’re somehow back in your own bedroom and the magic you felt while on vacation evaporated somewhere along the way – probably as you stood in a long line at the airport or sat for hours in a tiny seat trying to find a comfortable niche to rest your head.

Before you know it, you’re back at work or school. You pick up where you left off. You’re enveloped in the busyness of a life that doesn’t allow for long, luxurious breakfasts. You cannot afford to get lost and laugh about it and you certainly don’t strike a conversation with a stranger or buy a silly trinket or two. And when you do get a chance to look at the many photos you captured, you struggle to remember what that building was or why you felt the need to photograph a street sign. Where was that sign anyway? And what were you doing that day? You try to remember but it’s fading fast.

3 thoughts on “from Istanbul, with love

  1. I appreciate this entry, Fatoomah! I’m very aware of the “normalcy” trap, so I try to bring in “foreignness” into my life on a daily basis. I DO strike conversations with strangers in the bus line, on the elevator, in class, etc. You never know what new ideas, appreciations, or lessons you will learn about yourself or the world as a result….plus, it adds a degree of adventure into a day that is otherwise usually scheduled. I think all could take away a lesson from your post for today. carpe diem!

    • Thank you for the continuos support, m’dear :)
      I wish I was like that! I feel like Kuwait makes it very difficult to do that; everyone is wrapped up in their own bubble, driving their own car, talking on the phone or texting. Not very friendly at all, unfortunately. They do cut foreigners some slack, but wouldn’t be very open to having a conversation with another Kuwaiti! But I agree, I have learnt a lot from the short conversations I’ve had with strangers. I hope you’re doing well and glad to hear you enjoyed this post.

      Carpe diem!

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