My husband and I have been enjoying the first two days of our vacation (mashallah), sunshine and blue skies! This has been more than a break for us thusfar, it’s been a chance for us to think about our current situation as far as school is concerned. and where we want to go from here. Last night we began looking at real estate for this area, just for fun. How expensive is it to live on an island? Ofcourse, as you can probably imagne, the prices ranged between 100k-300k, regardless of location on the island. Well, what about in Turkey? We then looked up real estate in the small ocean town where the in-laws have built a beach house (a long project that’s been around since before the hubby was born). The price was still around 100k…turkish lira. If you aren’t familiar with the conversion factor at this time (April 2014), it’s 2.13 (USD->TL). So that means… about 50K dollars. WHAT? yes. An Agean sea view apartment, 2 or 3 bedrooms, 50k dollars.
At this point the hubby shared with me that if we both could work in the US, even for one year, we could make more than twice that much together. He expressed a desire to work in the US, even if it’s only for a few years. Surely, he stated, this would give us a huge leg up financially in Turkey. I nodded my head, smiling, then opened my mouth and said:
“But I wan’t to live in Turkey.”
Hm, since when did THAT happen? I surprised myself with this candid statement. He smiled and said that he knew that I would be happy living in Turkey. But I still can’t help but wonder when my opinion on this matter became so concrete. Turkey seemed like a cloud on the horizon, perhaps there is a silver lining somewhere- but it was a cloud none the less. But now, there is no doubt in my mind that I want to experience life in Turkey! The food, the culture, the life style…I want it all! Whether or not I could work in Turkey, I don’t know, but I know I wan’t to try! Additionally, I miss my in-laws! Being in University, I am not close to either my in-laws or my own family. Indeed, I don’t even hear from my own family as frequently as I hear from my in-laws (once a month/ every two weeks vs every weekend). I’m not angry or accusing my family of not caring, they are simply busy, working, while my in-laws are retired. Still, there is no doubt that I love them all, and living further and further away from my own family makes living in Turkey seem less difficult (on a personal front).
So where does that leave us now? Well, struggling to finish our degrees seems to be the case. He is still unsure if he can take his PhD at this rate, but I am always the encouraging voice in the background. Hayirlisi olsun. Whatever comes next is nasip.