Dear Casa,
I am happy in this small world; and I still carry around bits and pieces of you, from you, to you. I am still walking in your boots that you gave me when I had no more shoes left, and I'm still mending the same dress that I hitchhiked across a few continents in, and my life is filled with sweet old memories, and lovely new friendships. I am so relieved to be in the sunshine these days, after so much rainfall. Istanbul is a city, like any other, and unlike in any other, this time, I'm in love.
