Turkey-sick
I'm allotted one per trip.
I think I'm beginning to witness the homesick breakdown I was hoping I would skip this time around.
I'm sick, broke, and stressed to the max with classes. I've got two friends here visiting for a week, which means I have to play tour-guide at the same time. Little love bubbles are starting to form everywhere in the dorms. No, it doesn't seem strange to me that with 300 college students living within a block's radius, hormones are raging. But it most definitely is awkward that no one's hormones are raging for me. With all my classes, you'd think I wouldn't even have the time to entertain the thought. Pfffft.
I spend an hour picking out my outfit in the morning because none of my clothes fit right. Selin, I hate to admit it, but self-consciousness is starting to creep back at me.
I miss late nights on Istiklal, dolmus rides at 2 AM, Simit and cay in the morning, Efes and tavuk shish in the evening, and everything in between. All with friends that I miss so much more.
Eve donmem lazim.