It's so hard to say goodbye...

What happens when one of your closest friends who you practically grew up with decides to leave? This was the delimma I was currently facing.

I knew this moment would eventually come as the date was looming down but to actually stand there and farewell someone is a feeling too hard to describe. Most of you all know Seyda as my Pumpkin. She's finally decided after many years of talking about it to actually jet off to the other side of the world to permantely live in Istanbul Turkey.

I'm so ingriued by her determination and passion to follow a dream she has had for many years.The same dream that I have been continuously thinking about. To move away from home to Turkey. What would it be like? What difficulties would I have? Most importantly think of all the experience I would encounter with. I spend two months overseas and I had enough blog material for the next six months. I can't imagine what stories I would have if I was living over there.

I remember coming home from my 2004 holiday. I was practically in tears when the plane landed. For some reason Sydney didn't feel like home anymore back then. I spoke to many people who told me that it was a natural feeling and give it a few weeks and I would return to my usual life. However this feeling didn't go away until my 2005 trip. I was more than ever eager to head back as soon as possible.

I suppose today I'm still facing the delimma of being trapped between two countries and two cultures. The thing I love about Sydney is the fact that you have so many cultures under the one roof. I mean if you feel like having a Italian night you can find a really nice Italian resturant. If your in the mood for a Greek Tavern it's a short trip to Earlwood. Most importantly the ability to have various friends from different nationalities.

However on the other side the thing I love about Turkey is the fact the minute you walk on the street all you hear is Turkish language. Their all your people, every single person. The smell of Turkish food every where.

I suppose, time is the only thing that will eventually make me realise what I really want. Apart of me really wishes right now that I was over there with Seyda living in some nice apartment near Bebek, over looking the water. Waking up in the morning and having a nice traditional Turkish breakfast on a balcony and hearing the morning mosque.

Pumpy make the most of it in Istanbul. I hope to catch you one day over there...