jibber

Came here May 1st 2009 for a month-long backpacking trip to celebrate graduating uni. I had every intention of going back to Canada 1st of June and trying to find work and do the career thing. Two weeks into the trip I got to this little beach "town" called olympos. I met some really cool people working there who I clicked with instantly, and also faced the tough reality that journalism was one of the industries hardest hit by the economic crisis, jobs were practically non-existent, especially photography jobs. So when I saw the "help wanted" sign at the bar at the hostel I was staying at, the temptation was too much.

I talked to the owner of the hostel and asked if I could come back after a couple weeks travelling and work there for a month (I was sure i'd get bored after that long). So I pushed my return ticket back to July 1st. Two weeks later I pushed it back again to end of august, having decided to stay the whole summer. Then august rolled around and I really didn't want to go home. I'd applied to a few jobs from turkey back in canada and got nowhere with them. I had a TON of friends who were planning on moving to Istanbul for the winter (and many more who were already there), so once again I called air canada and cancelled my return ticket altogether, and set about trying to find a teaching job.

Got a job 2 days after getting to the city and an apartment a couple weeks later, and my plan was to stay for 10 or 11 months, then go travelling to the middle east for 5, and be home for christmas in 2011. Now the plan is to come back to Istanbul after christmas, and stay here for another year and a half. So very very long story short, my one month trip has somehow ended up as over a year, with another 2 years to go.

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Zer0

what the hell are you talking about?

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TheBig3

oouuuuuuuuu

everyone's testy tonight. You said other things influenced you. I was hoping for a further explanation.

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mr dave

this. only i think my taste isn't so much better than anyone else here so much as ultimately irrelevant to anyone else here.

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Zer0

Yes i did explain, i said real life experiences in the past few years have played a big part such as going to college and meeting new friends who are into different types of music. What more explaining do you need?

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right-track

This is how I used to feel.
Until I realised it wasn't arrogance and just had better taste.

MURDER JUNKIE

My penis has shrunk a half inch per month since I joined
shit's inverted now

RVCA

I think the biggest change for me, as of yet, is that I now LISTEN to albums instead skipping through an album till I hear a song I like so that I can put it on my 5-star playlist and never listen to the album again

ya know? idk

NumberNineDream

Wow. That's wild.
So, what was the reaction of your parents/family?
... and hope you'll enjoy your Middle East trip

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jibber

They were fine, a bit surprised at first, but they now know to expect something whenever I say the words "so I've been thinking...." No one who knows me really well was all that surprised that I did this. I'd always planned on living abroad for a few years, so every time I decided to stay longer there was less and less of a reaction.

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What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do -- especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.
William Least Heat Moon, Blue Highways

Your toughest competitor lives in your head. Some days his name is fear, or pain, or gravity. Stomp his ass.

HOOKED ON THE WHITE POWDER