Our family has been riding an emotional rollercoaster for some time now. As many of you know my beautiful Dad passed away last year and the heartbreak and loss that I have felt has dragged me down into an abyss of forlorn. A few of you have pulled me aside and questioned the decision to go to Turkey was merely me running from the pain that I felt but after some soul searching I realised that I am not running away I am in fact coming home. Karaduvar is my home, at least it will be for now.
So over the past few weeks I have strapped myself in and held on for the rollercoaster ride of a lifetime!
Like most rollercoaster rides it starts off pretty painlessly, and I found packing up our lives was actually the easy part (although the two box allowance blew out to about 10 boxes each!), however before too long the rollercoaster started to gain momentum and my life began to spiral out of control. From changing schools to exporting live animals each morning brought me a new set of problems that had to be solved (and after I solved the problem it then had to be translated into Turkish). Family arguments have been of global proportions and on more than one occasion I have contemplated leaving both The Turk and my daughter in Sydney and escaping to Turkey (or anywhere) alone. I have spent countless days running between the Turkish Consulate and various Australian departments in the puerile attempt to secure a Turkish passport for my daughter however this appears to be more elusive than a “hippogriff” and I am pretty sure that I will never see one of those either!
But rollercoasters are supposed to be fun aren’t they? So rather than dwell on the crazy of the ride I celebrate the memories that I have created over the past few weeks.
I drank to my last day working in the best office in the world (although I imagine a few of you would not agree with that statement). I have sung (yelled) Cold Chisel at the pub, visited my favourite haunts on the Northern Beaches and have even driven past my childhood home in Cromer bringing tears to my eyes with the memories. I have had many farewell lunches and many more farewell evenings with wonderful friends that I will miss more than I can say. And yes I know there are many more that I did not get to hug that one last time but I have not forgotten you and will write to each of you until we can have our next hug.
And in the blink of an eye the rollercoaster has come to a halt and it is time to leave Sydney. Time to leave this beautiful city to begin again in Karaduvar.