Since moving to Turkey and more particularly moving to The Village I (along with Daughter) am learning to appreciate the simple way of life and to, perhaps, disparage what we had and how we lived in Australia. I have learnt to not complain about things that are not perfect and instead focus on the good things that we do have (unless you refer to those neighbours in which case – watch out!).
Living in Australia Daughter was always on the lookout for something new. Shopping was a weekly event and clothes, computer games or gadgets were expected. I was exactly the same. Like mother, like daughter. I used to sneak my purchases into the house so The Turk would not have a conniption, funny thing though – he would always find it no matter how well I hid things. Bags hidden under the bed – he would find it. Bags hidden in the garage – he would find them. Hell he was like one of those dogs at the airport sniffing out contraband! I could never hide anything from him and despite his terrible ability to read English he could read the credit card statement!
Here in Karaduvar it is a little different. Firstly we do not have two disposable incomes. We must live on a budget and admittedly we are not doing a very good job of that. We now need to be a little more stringent with our spending habits and that . . . well that definitely takes some getting used to!
The other reason Karaduvar is different is that our friends and neighbours do not have disposable incomes. They work extremely hard and long hours to put food on their table and to ensure that their family and those around them are warm and happy. I watch women arrive at the bache (farm) across the street before the sun has risen and they will work all day for approximately 30TL (AUD$15.00). These women then return to their own homes and cook dinner for their family and, after the family have had their fill they will clean their homes until they shine. If their neighbour needs anything they will give them theirs no questions asked even if this means they will go without. There is no jealousy, there is just caring and friendship. Is this not what life should be about?
I have begun to realise that I do not need all the material things that seemed necessary at home. I look out my window where Daughter is playing with her cousins on the street with Hurley running after them. I recall how her entire class came to check on her recently when she had a day off from school. This would have never happened back in Sydney.
I think our little family will be happier here with a simpler lifestyle. Look at me – I am growing! Who would have thunk it!