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the day to decide comes, you either will live like the same, walk
through the same streets and turn your nose up at all the jobs you
could ever find in the same way or just be brave -and also pack your
luggage and later your home- and move somewhere else. My husband and
I preferred the second choice at the age which is said to be the“middle
of the road”. There’s a new job offer for my husband. I’m at home by my
computer and our little daughter for a while. So we said, “let’s go!”
“because if we don’t, there are things to lose...”
Of course there are things to lose when we move away. For example I’ve
been living in this neighbourhood for 25 years, and know it all from
the grocery to the janitor, from the neighbours to the kids and this
feeling relieves me from time to time. My brother lives two apartment
blocks away and mother is three. And the notions like peace, security
are present in here. But what is not? There’s not a children’s park
for example. The nearest park which we can spend time together with my
daughter outside is far away. Our apartment flat is on the ground
floor and the heating system isn’t good. Our kitchen is small and I’m
fed up with carrying food to the living room.
But we cheered up with the idea of a new house, “We will move to
somewhere near the children’s park, absolutely won’t be on the ground
floor, will find a house with a bigger kitchen...” These are the sweet
dreams; because those aren’t seem as a problem while getting married.
You don’t care the small kitchen, ground floor, etc.. ut as time goes
by, and you live in and gave birth to a child and when she starts
crawling on all fours everything seem striking. The small kitchen is
not enough when there’s a baby around. The kid wants to stand by your
feet, and you – moving acrobatically - try to cook french fries with
great care to the hot oil. Let’s say you managed to do the cooking
with no harm, and have the intention to open the door of the balcony
to air the kitchen. But at the same time you see that your child is
silent for the first time since hours, lying on the floor and playing
with pots and pans. What will you do? Will you say“ stand up or
you’ll get cold” or keep on sitting under the haze of the fries?
Because of these reasons, moving to a new city is like moving in a new
house for me, you throw away whatever you don’t use, and make your new
home simple and useful, not in utter confusion, get rid of anything
that is old and doesn’t mean anything to you anymore and start a new
life with a different attitude, as a new person...
And a new city also means going far way from you friends, habits, for
example your hairdresser, barber, pediatrist... This is a bit tiring
because it requires trying many times and searching a lot to find a
good one. They should know how to make you trust in themselves, have
to be smiling and also have to answer all your questions every time
patiently without any trace of tiresome and have to do these without
making you anxious about anything. A hairdresser is important too,
because they have become experts on you after years that what kind of
a hair style you like. At the same time you step in the hairdresser’s,
they shouted like “a well-steeped tea for Mrs. Eker” for instance,
quickly bring you an ashtray and begin to prepare the dye for your
hair. Starting all over these is a little deressing. The city you live
in has such strange peaceful places just for you since years.. the
places that you go unconsciously.. Go there to shelter under plane
tree with its shadows, the wind flies your hair while you were
drinking a well-steeped tea, the pages of your newspapaer scattered
and you like it! Leaving all your problems behind without a need of
tranquilizers; there are some places which are able to do this.And
when you move another city, unfortunately you can just take them with
you but a few memories, the pictures on your mind and also the smells.
 But
a new city also means new places to find, new pages to write...
Whatever you see will be “for the first time” and even this is worth
writing... Watching he sunrise or sunset in a different city, sitting
on a different chair feels very good. Also saying “Good morning” to
people whom you’ve met recently is so... Exploring new bookstores,
calling the people you’ve missed on the phone, sometimes writing
letters and then seeing your beloved ones again is fine...
Of course it’s great to get on your car and go to your best friend’s
home when you’re bored. And when you get there, you take your shoes
off; enjoy being with a person that you know you don’t have to behave
in accordance with the good manners, sitting on any chair you like and
sipping the coffee your friend served, talking about whatever you have
in mind regardless of the time; if you don’t want to talk, just sit
quietly, because you know that you can be silent with that special
person, sitting like that for hours without judging or being judged
and when you wish, leaving there just saying “Bye, I’m going” is cool..
Unfortunately you can’t do these in a new city, you can’t vomit what’s
inside your mind when you don’t know anybody around, you can’t ring
their door bells with no reason. Writing is a way of vomitting and if
there’s nobody to talk to in a new city, you write more often..
Leaving the loved ones behind is very difficult.Even for those who are
in close relation with their families.But we get used to anything,
don’t we? The time required to pass in order to get used to the whole
differences is “six months”.
And that’s all...
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