Going to Turkey always feels like going home. Places I visit every time hold new wonder with each visit, the peaks of the teal sea dance invitingly and it’s all I can do not to stay there and bask in the thick, heady warmth.
It’s taking some adjustment being back after a month and a half of suitcase living. My head is crammed with mental notes to explore the untouched pieces in my wardrobe, because now I CAN. I can’t say it’s not nice having options again.
More from Turkey and a few NY leftovers to come.