I know I should be working on my english essay. I know I'm no longer there but I can't help but write about it. I miss it. I miss the busy-ness, the dolmis, the messy streets, the walking, the parks, the Yesilkoy Spor Klub, the ridiculously large malls that lie only 2 miles away from each filled with expensive foreign brands, I miss the way the Bosphorus looks on a stormy day, the beautiful, green, leafy trees of Tarabya, my soccer girls, the hard physics homework, Italian classes, lunch time spent in hot classrooms, warming up by the heater, eating at Burger King or Pizza Days after school, fumbling through my purse looking for the correct amount of coinage for the bus. I miss Taksim, Beyoglu, Sultan Ahmet, the Bakirkoy Bazar, the booksellers of Bakirkoy, selling their goods kept safe from the weather by multi-colored tarps.
Heck, I even miss my crazy shower that had the ability to switch from Burning Hot to Ice Cold in 15 seconds.
AND I'M SORRY THAT I DO.
