Sitting on my mother-in-laws’ couch during one of those rare moments whence both boys sleep at the same time, I’d been watching through the window as a worker jumped nimbly between slates for a good few minutes before it even dawned on me that those slates were on different houses and the moves he was making were untethered jumps between rooves – that’s when you know you’ve lived in Turkey “too” long! And you know you’ve been living in blogging too long when you notice an event and immediately start composing the post whilst framing the picture to an Instagram quote…
Since watching the acrobatic tiler at work, I’ve read two books cover-to-cover, mastered the breadmaker which has sat untouched for eight months, organised all the fabric into sewable piles, cut a stockpile of felt shapes and cardboard animals, have finally done the ironing and have even sat still to envisage the paintings I will, this month, paint. I’ve spent more time with G, and splashed with thousands of stones. I haven’t woken up earlier and have been asleep way before normal time. Time it seems, can be easily found when you simply unplug from the circuit.
Yesterday as T explored the texture of rock under newly crawling knees and M ran freely on a hunt the stone quest, I could feel the happiness radiating onto my face forming the dimples G’s so rarely seen recently. I can breathe again. Even better is, so can they.
In a few short weeks Iznik has rebuilt my picture. And there wasn’t a quotation in sight.