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[Life Update] Being published, bored, and alive

It is a gloomy day here in my hometown; particularly one that requires a cardigan for any living soul indoors. How do I feel? How do I feel? I haven’t given this writing thing a go for a while. (Oh, I am sure you have noticed). So, I am not going to worry about hooking you, the reader, much today and I’ll just let it flow for the next bit. Ok? Ok.

A few sentences in conversation with my mother at a time that seems long ago now is somewhere easy to reach in my mind.

“I don’t know how you keep writing. I wouldn’t be able to write unless I had feedback, I knew people were reading.”

“Oh, that’s not me. I do it for me. Sort of therapeutic.” (Obviously did NOT spell therapeutic right on the first go. Ha-ha!)

The moral of the story… the moral of this story. Obviously, it seems I have not been the woman of my words, not as strongly as I wished. What have I been doing? I have been writing for people to read, sort-of-awkwardly freelancing, barely making enough money to support a living, and… well… I am published on a nationally recognized paper—certainly not globally and certainly not English. (I’ll probably compile and share them all here at some point but don’t let me get ahead of myself here, please). 

Being a recognized author by close family has been good and my dad is quite proud of me (I don’t get it but it’s cool). The work I do mainly requires me to talk to credible people about current events, ask questions, and transcribe their insights. I was high off it writing the first few articles; then, there came a point in which it wasn’t satisfying anymore. Hence, I came to recognize that any writing, for me, has to have the right dose of me in it.

This does not I am quitting writing altogether. And quite frankly, I do not have many things that fulfill my soul at the moment. I live to create and create to live. In the image of you, God. 

This means amidst increasing covid cases, continuing travel restrictions, and my more and more horrified outlook in life in general, I am trying really hard to act like everything is normal. In reality, things are far from normal, we are all going through it in some way, and, well, it sucks.

My plan? My plan? My plan. (The more you say it the better it sounds like a good idea to invent an agenda-like smartphone app with the same name). Yes, my plan is to… I don’t have a plan. Until January? I am ready for 2020 to be over like the next person. I hope this little text will let you know that I don’t want to be absent on my blog anymore, but I also don’t know how to not be absent. Motivation comes and goes these days. 

Maybe I’ll write a little more today. No promises.

Miss you. You, and the blog that doesn’t have a soul.

Hazal

[Photoblog] 2018 in Review: I did all this?

2018 was my ride or die. It was full of moments that left me in awe, put my capabilities in a trial, overwhelmed me with joy and with its last bit, challenged me with deep sadness as well.

I love the photoblogs because it has always been hard for me to see the small successes. As I looked through these moments, I said to myself, “I did all this?“. Believe me, there were a lot of question marks, not just one.

As always, thanks to the many friends I made along the way.

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[Photoblog] What you and I have been waiting for.

A quite hello from me,

I’ll try one more time. Hello. I miss writing here.

I have a lot that I have been holding close to my heart that I would like to share with you. I’ll try justify why I haven’t been able to pour myself out to Hazal’s Camera. My time in Washington, DC, came to an end. Just couple of weeks before I left the penthouse apartment, my one-year-old laptop let me down. Don’t even ask me about it, in the words of one of my favourite co-workers at the little organization I spent most of my days in DC: it was “tragic”. I left writing all together for a little longer than I would’ve liked, and embraced being upset about leaving yet another place– And, returning home.

So it is. I am torn into pieces, but I am also home to collect one that I left over here. With the courtesy of Hazal’s Camera, where I see things more clearly: Here is home.

Isn’t it lovely all alone?

Yesil Turbe

Side view of the Green Tomb (‘Yesil Turbe’). May 20, 2018

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The Green Tomb (‘Yesil Turbe’) entrance. May 20, 2018

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Looking out from within. May 20, 2018

A couple praying for the spirits of the Sultans who served in Bursa during the Ottoman era. May 20, 2018

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The Green Mosque

The Green Mosque.

The tomb was finished 40 days before the death of Celebi Sultan Mehmet (the 5th Ottoman Sultan). The tomb is also home for Celebi Sultan Mehmet’s daughters and sons, as well as Yildirim Beyazid’s son, Celebi Mehmet. May 20, 2018

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Flip the coin to the other side: Ataturk’s Turkey. May 19, 2018.

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Commemoration of Ataturk, Youth and Sports Day. May 19, 2018

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Tophane, top of the old historical Bursa. May 20, 2018

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The view from Tophane. May 20, 2018

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The new highway in process (view from Mudanya to M.Kemalpasa road) May 13, 2018

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Kids playing, view overseeing Trilye yacht marina. May 13, 2018