"And the Record Begins With A Song of Rebellion."

I'm not special. Special occurances just seem to follow me around.

I.E. My family moving to Turkey for the first 3 months of senior year. I suppose this plan was somewhat premeditated; my father is turkish and so why shouldn't a father want his children to experience the same childhood he had? Maybe he shouldn't when his children and wife have little understanding of the language and little knowledge of the culture associated with it.

Not that I'm complaining. Sometimes, I forget I have another home, outside of Istanbul. The people, the food, the buses, the streets, heck, even the cats, seem so familiar to me now. Almost like a true Istanbullus (to quote a favorite, Orhan Pamuk.)

But other times, I've already bought the plane ticket home to San Diego.

So I'm a little confused to say in the least. But one thing's for certain: my time here will end eventually, and why not document, in some way, this strange, but exciting move. It's not everyday you get the chance to move 6000 miles away.

And so the documentation of the daily happenings and thoughts of a culturally confused teenager living abroad begins.