I have lived in three apartments across my time in Türkiye. For the first four years I lived in a one-bedroom apartment located in the school’s Lojman (“worker’s residence”) which is located close to our campus and houses some of the foreign educators. That apartment was good–it had a large great room with a balcony facing into the afternoon/evening sun. Ziggy and I were happy there for those four years. The bedroom was tiny and…
Another year is upon on us! This amazes me when I think that nearly a quarter of a century has passed since the unnecessary craziness that surrounded the Y2K rollover. I worked for Hewlett Packard in that time and volunteered to work that night when everyone feared that bank servers would crash and the world would be a mess. I worked because the pay was double time. I made great money on a night when…
Ten years ago when I turned 40, I remember that I didn’t feel good about passing that milestone. I felt that my life was narrowing, getting smaller. But then I chose to flip my thinking, and I threw myself an epic weekend of celebrations with female friends and family members, as well as a party with all of my local friends and colleagues. Choosing to celebrate with special people made it easier to move forward…