Even before we boarded the plane last August, everyone was asking when we would be back. I didn’t know at the time, and said we would play it by ear.
The following January, I had thought that I would be starting a job this September. As you all already know, my headscarf kept that from happening. But before that, I had told my family that I would plan on visiting in April (with the promise a future income, I felt comfortable dropping big money). Unfortunately I had to take that back.
A bit later, I had anticipated another job… Another job that didn’t work out. At that moment I had planned on taking a Christmas break and visiting my family in December. Well, looks like that won’t be happening either.
And now I’m starting a course in June, hoping to find work in the coming months. Mostly I’ve been applying to schools (which, as you know, I didn’t intend to do… But so many are hiring!), which means I won’t be able to go back to the states until NEXT summer.
My mom started a new job on a production line, so she’s been too busy to miss me. Hah! But really, having a scheduled job again instead of being her own boss has made planning a return trip home difficult. Having to line up her vacation days with my (potential) ones is no easy task! Right now we are hoping I will be able to go stateside again next July for independence day (my favorite holiday!).
Two whole years (ok, 23 months) since I left. How will it feel?
Will America still be the way I remember it?
Will it be better? Worse?
What about my hometown? It hasn’t even felt like mine since I moved away for college. But it feels a lot more mine than Izmir does right now.
While I do feel a little broken hearted (a little crack I guess) that I still have a whole year to wait before I face a 10hr plane flight solo, I knew it could have been like this when we left. Things never seem to go according to plan for us.
And it’s been about a year already, dang!
But hopefully this will. And maybe if I’m lucky, I’ll be bringing back more than luggage with me!