Istanbul - again.

I decide I am just going to take it easy, the last few days have been an absolute rush and headache - I have only been gone for two days and so much happens.  Having already seen the Syndey Hostel during my first time in Istanbul, I thought it also to be "quite comfortable" and decided to make a booking there myself.  I will have company - Benno and Denny.

In the few days I stay, I do some soul searching, cheese buying, and reconnect with an old friend about her family situation and a rush of emotions engulfs me.

Unfortunately I become too comfortable - let's pause here.

The subject of getting comfortable.  No matter where I go, I get comfortable really fast.  From Sofia to Killis, anywhere I go I feel like I am at home.  In Sofia, I realized that I did not really want to leave Cetvan's because I was just comfortable there.  Getting up and going away was so much trouble.  Even in the smallest pockets of the world where no one visits like Ivan Vasovo, I became incredibly comfortable.  And in Killis, I was in a world that felt like home.  I dreaded leaving all of these places.  Even the Sydney Hostel.  I felt like I could spend a lifetime at these places because it was just so simple.  But I had to remind myself to get moving, otherwise my mind creeps into the past.

During my short term stay in Istanbul I plan out of my options.  Depression was seeped into my mind and I needed to act.

I did afterall, tell Gergana - the Salsa dancer - that I would come back if I did not get into Syria.  That was one option.  The others were in traveling to Egypt and or Israel- which is still on the plate.  I shared the idea with an Australian I met at the hostel, he took keen interest into it, afterall the flight was 148 Euros.  Not bad.

Back to Burgas for a week or so.