After spending a year and half in China, I thought I would stay in the states for awhile, but six months later, I’m already ready for my next adventure. Perhaps my destinations are becoming crazier and crazier. After spending time in Europe, I decided to travel to the far side of the world, despite my anxiety about the drastically foreign culture and the tons of pollutants hanging in the air like dense fog. Now, after getting used to home again, I’ve decided to accept a job in Turkey, a predominantly Islamic country bordering war-torn Syria. A country with increasingly tense relations with Russia. A country with more Syrian refugees than any other. Granted, I will be in Istanbul, the most westernized, modernized and likely one of the safest cities in Turkey, but I still wonder if perhaps I’m going backward. This uncertainty only mounts each time I share my plans with friends and family, some of whom have tried to persuade me to abort my trip.
My possibly poor decision making, and in any regards, my poor planning also resulted in a three day trek from Colorado to Turkey. I leave 12:30 am on Wednesday (and have to arrive at Denver’s airport on Tuesday) and will reach Istanbul at about eleven am… on Friday.
I don’t mean to complain, though. After a restful night at a hostel in New York, I’ll be rested for my long flight across the Atlantic to my connecting flight in Baku, Azerbaijan (don’t ask me who decided this was en route to Istanbul), and from there, to Istanbul.
My possibly poor decision making, and in any regards, my poor planning also resulted in a three day trek from Colorado to Turkey. I leave 12:30 am on Wednesday (and have to arrive at Denver’s airport on Tuesday) and will reach Istanbul at about eleven am… on Friday.
I don’t mean to complain, though. After a restful night at a hostel in New York, I’ll be rested for my long flight across the Atlantic to my connecting flight in Baku, Azerbaijan (don’t ask me who decided this was en route to Istanbul), and from there, to Istanbul.