Seeking a muse. Are you my muse?
It’s ok to be alone and to want to be alone. To be alone wandering the streets of Istanbul. To be alone in a cafe. To be alone at home. To be alone.
There’s a certain comfort in that. I quite like it.
After landing in Istanbul from Toronto, I was absolutely exhausted. Didn’t sleep well on the airplane and it was really uncomfortable.
At one point of claiming my suitcase, I was just done. I asked about getting a taxi to Kadikoy, a central location near my current apartment, from the airport. Well, to be fair, I had a cheaper, more convenient option of taking the ferry near the airport across to the Asian side, Kadikoy. But I was just utterly exhausted that I took a taxi, settled on a deal with the driver…no taxi meter yay.
2 hrs and A LOT of traffic later, we finally arrived in Kadikoy. I jumped in an old favourite care/restaurant of mine, ordered up a Turkish coffee and met my friend not too long after.
In the taxi ride, I don’t know how many times I dosed in and out of sleep. Exhausted. That taxi driver had a lot of patience with the traffic and didn’t try to engage in minor conversations with me, bless him.
Day 2 just started. Woke up ripe and early at the first call to prayer, 5:15am. Couldn’t fall back asleep. Played some candy crush, finally crawled out of bed, showered, made my coffee, about to have breakfast and I’ll be heading to school to start some preparations for the year ahead.
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