I think now that these are the last days of this year
(Persian year), I need to write about it.
This year for me was something else, although it does not feel like a whole
different year. For me, it seemed like I have been living like this, in this
city for hundred years now.
Hundred years of living in Istanbul.
It’s raining here. Pretty much. Days after days and it just don’t stop. My
hands are cold. But I am trying to keep them warm by the fire inside my heart.
This year was about big steps for me. Living with B. Starting my full-time
job at dreambox. Getting my work permit. Being in Iran for one months. Having
long conversation with my mom. Seeing them managing their life without me and
Elika, and how lovely they wish the best for us.
I got angry, I was depressed. I became happy, then I turned to be hopeful.
It was night again. I heard the sound of protest in the streets of Istanbul. I
saw angry faces. I witnessed people gathering n Gezi park.
One of the highlights was Sani. A cute little dog. My very first pet. I
decided to foster her for about 2 months, till my friend takes her to America.
But these two months changed to 10 months, and now that I am writing, just one
day ahead she will be leaving me. I am feeling a very heavy feeling of love and
lust on my heart. On one hand I am happy that finally Sani will be with her
owners, but on the other hand what about me?
Will I take a pet in this year? I hope.
I lost a friend this year. Our dear MohammadReza, who went to sleep and
never woke up. I was in the office when my mom told me. I didn’t know where to
burst my tears. I listen to this whenever I think about him. He really liked
I was pretty much luck to have B beside me the whole year. We laughed. We
were mad. We worked. We were wasted on weekends (mostly we weren’t). And at last we are continuing making history together.
I am ending my year with my first session of yoga. I know I may have a long
way to go, but I assume I am on the right track. Every day I am trying to take
a step forward to self-improvement.