Why I Left Türkiye (And Why Sydney Isn’t All It’s Cracked Up to Be)

So, I did the thing. Just over a year ago I left Türkiye—beautiful, chaotic, full-of-life Türkiye—and came back to Sydney. Yep, packed my bags, waved goodbye to my gorgeous life there, and here I am. Why? Oh, you know, little things like the economy taking a nosedive and some personal stuff that needed sorting. Plus, it seemed like a good idea at the time. Spoiler alert: It was not.

You know when you think you’re coming home to this warm, cozy embrace? Like, “Ah, Sydney, my love, my childhood streets, my people.” Yeah, nah. Instead, I got slapped in the face with traffic, a 9-to-5 grind, and the soul-crushing realisation that I’ve turned into one of those people who misses Türkiye every time I see a sad little imitation of gözleme at a café. Life here is all about emails, deadlines, and trying to make ends meet. In Mersin, I fought over who could bring me more cay. Let me tell you, Sydney is no Mersin.

Sure, it’s been nice catching up with family and friends (you know, once I remembered how to make actual social plans). But deep down, I’m counting down the days until I’m back in Mersin next month for a well-earned break. That trip is the only thing keeping me going right now. I’ve even got a countdown app on my phone. 30 days, 4 hours, and 37 minutes. Not that I’m obsessed.

Oh, and let’s talk about my attempts to get traditionally published. I thought, “Hey, I’m funny, people seem to like my trashy novels. Surely people back in Oz would want to read that!” Well, apparently not. According to the experts, Australians aren’t keen on books about Türkiye. “Nah mate, give us something with a BBQ and a kangaroo,” I assume is what they meant. But I’m nothing if not stubborn, and… *drumroll please* I’ve just finished a Christmas novella, Mistletoe and Turkish Delight. Now on presale you order it now and have it in your Kindle on 26 October 2024. Get ready to catch up with Ginger and all her friends for a Christmas celebration in Istanbul (which a heavy dose of laughs, love and drama).

In other news, I’ve had a self-imposed social media ban for ages. Why? Because the world is a dumpster fire, and I didn’t want to add any more fuel to it. But recently, I’ve dipped my toes into TikTok because apparently, that’s what we’re doing now. Follow me, please—I promise I won’t bombard you with dance trends, but I might just do something ridiculous which is always fun.

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Calling all Booktokers: it’s time to rally behind my rom-com series! Prepare to swoon, laugh, and maybe even spill your wine as you dive into the quirky world of my lovable characters. Let’s spread the love one hilarious page at a time! 💕📚 #RomComRevolution #BooktokFaves #fyp #foryoupage #booktok #booktoker #authorlife #kindleunlimited #kindleunlimitedromancebooks

♬ original sound – T St. James

So, that’s where I’m at. Counting down the days to my Mersin trip, dipping my toes in TikTok, and getting ready to share my novella with the world. See you on 26 October—and until then, enjoy your gözleme (the sad café version) and wish me luck as I navigate Sydney’s traffic.


Did you know that Janey in Mersin was named one of the Top 20 expat blogs in Türkiye by Feedspot? Ch-ch-check it out here!

What would you do?

The rather morbid question was put to me yesterday which made me stop for a moment and think … just a little bit.  I love it in Mersin.  I really do.  I’ve got some great friends and am surrounded by some great family (*cough, cough*) but … BUT …

“what would I do if (if???) The Turk passed away?”

Interesting.  What would I do?

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I am not talking about legalities and all the rest of it.  Having worked in the legal field for 25+ years I’ve got a pretty good grasp of the law both in Australia and in Türkiye regarding the death of a spouse.  Yes we both have Wills.  Yes, both here and in Australia.  Do you have one?  If not you should.  Also all of our properties here in Türkiye are in both names as are our bank accounts.  Are yours?  If not, they should be.  It is not unusual for a Will to be challenged by family members so better to be safe than sorry.  Of course it won’t happen to you … but just in case.

Back in Oz I was extremely independent.  I looked after myself and didn’t need to rely on others for assistance but here everything is difficult.  How would I cope with the day to day crap that goes on here?  I may be a Türk citizen but Türkiye is not my original homeland and my Türk language skills are way below par.  But even my lost independence and language issue is not my real concern.  My real concern – my only concern – is Daughter and when it comes down to it, Daughter is happy here.

Would I uproot Daughter again unnecessarily?  Probably not.

Would I move to perhaps a more yabancı friendly area?  Tempting, but no.

Would I date?  Feck no (unless Brad Pitt tossed that skinny, lippy brunette).

Would I move back to Australia after Daughter has grown up (married Calum Hood) and moved on with her own life?  In a heartbeat!

So I guess that’s my answer.  For now.  But here’s hoping that I don’t really need to think about this for a while at least.

When discussed with The Turk last night his reply was akin to the great Mr Bennett (you know how I love to quote Pride and Prejudice):

My dear, do not give way to such gloomy thoughts. Let us hope for better things. Let us flatter ourselves, that I might outlive you.”

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