I have always believed that I have had a pretty charmed life (well up to this moment anyway). Things just seem to go my way but for one thing. Love. Where was that “Pina Colada” moment that I longed for? On a whim I purchased a round world ticket and arrived one steamy summer evening in Bodrum, Turkey where, after a less than stellar meeting, I fell in love, or lust, or maybe I was drunk and fell over, with my husband (hereafter called The Turk).
Now I find myself in my mid-40’s and ready for a new adventure, this time with The Turk, Daughter and our two fur-babies. We threw in our jobs, boxed up our lives and, following our dream, we relocated to a small village outside of Mersin, Turkey. Where? Marmaris did you say? No people not the party town of Marmaris or bootylicious Bodrum, or even cosmopolitan Istanbul – pffttt – we have moved to a small village outside of mundane Mersin and believe me it ain’t no picnic!
This is not a blog about my glamorous life living it up in a foreign country, I want to tell you about how life really is. It can be bloody hard. It can throw you into dark places. It can make you second guess yourself and it can reduce you to tears. Different cultures, different personalities, different lifestyles and don’t get me started on the bureaucracy!
Mersin is not on the tourist map (although it should be) and there are not many expats to be found. When you are in Mersin (or a village outside of Mersin) you need to go native very quickly or you will not survive.
This blog is also not just about me, it’s about The Turk and his life returning to his homeland and Daughter who was forcibly removed from the crazy of 21st Century tween life consisting of the newest apps and gossip and now has the life that every kid should have, riding her bike, playing in the sunshine and surrounded by family and friends.
Culture shock aside I am now a Turkish Housewife (and not a very good one). I cook (badly), clean (rarely), learn (slowly), love (with my whole heart) and laugh (always).