A Glance Back: Istanbul, Turkey

Leading into our outreach Turkey was the place I was most excited about, I had wanted to go to Istanbul for a number of years, I was eager to see history come alive as we were in this ancient city.  For days the song “Istanbul” by The Four Lads played over and over in my head, “So if you’ve a date in Constantinople she’ll be waiting in Istanbul.”  When we finally arrived in Istanbul the feeling was incredibly surreal and bittersweet since I had not wanted to leave India.  To go from a destitute third world country to well off city that is in both Europe and Asia was a bit of an intense transition.

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Messy Housewife – The Magic of Dawn

I have decided that there will always be some excuse on why I did not clean, some are legitimate while others are just to make you feel better that you didn’t clean.  {I, ironically started this post 4 days ago and haven’t been able to post or really clean because Judah was sick and didn’t like being put down}  Sadly, cleaning is a choice, at times I wish I HAD to clean because not cleaning would mean something tragic would happen so I would get it done.  Unfortunately that is not the case you must have a resolve to clean or things will just be messy.  Thankfully, my resolve has been rising lately and I have been getting better little by little.

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Goodbye to My Last Tie to Independence

Before marrying the love of my life I was a very independent person and I liked it that way. I had been self-reliant for quite sometime, my parents did an amazing job instilling the value of the dollar in me, making me pay for my phone, car, insurance and things of that nature basically since I got them. My mom taught me about balancing a checkbook when I got my first checking account when I was 15, I think.  I liked having those things, I liked them being mine.  I cherished my car because I had paid for it, it was mine.  I loved my bank, I even loved the account number, it started with my favorite number and ended in the year my parent’s got married. They sound like small things but they were mine.

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