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Bathtime bonding
I procrastinate…A LOOOOOOTTTT!!
Celebrating Lasting Love
My hubby+I = Old Souls đ
They say opposites attract. That was true when my husband and I first met. I found in him everything I felt missing in myselfâhe was strong and brave, adventurous, self-confident, practical, capable, a man of the world. I was shy, timid, uncertain of myself, a romantic, an idealist, inexperienced. I was a senior in High School. He was a marine returning home from two years in Viet Nam. I thought I had found my soul mate, we seemed to complement each other so well, like two halves of a whole, yin and yang.
The truth is, we were just what we needed at the time. This dark, moody often angry young man who could also be so sweet and loving fulfilled a romantic yearning in me to sooth the savaged soulâBeauty and the Beast, after all, had always been my favorite fairy tale. And he was sorely needing theâŚ
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Social Media Class
Workshop time…
The Tarlabasi Sunday Market
Exotic!!
Thereâs this neighborhood youâre not supposed to go to in Istanbul.
Itâs poor, full of drug dealers, bums, and (interestingly) the highest concentration of transvestites in the city.
Itâs right next to Taksim, and some brave expats take advantage of the cheap housing and swell locationâbut you shouldnât live on the ground floor if you donât want your valuables stolen, and you shouldnât walk alone at night if youâre a woman.
This neighborhood is called Tarlabasi.
Once upon a time, Tarlabasi was actually a wealthy neighborhood of Greeks. When they were driven out of the city in the â50âs, the buildings were abandoned and migrants from Eastern Turkey moved inâas did the drug dealers and other squatters. The districtâs reputation precedes itâI heard about the necessity to avoid Tarlabasi before I even moved hereâand Iâm still constantly warned against it.
But thereâs one really GREAT reason to go to Tarlabasi:
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Social Media Class
Guilt
 Food. The very thought of eating something made me sick to my stomach. Everyone around me, all my sweet family and friends, asking me the same question, âCan I get you something to eat?â So much had changed in my life instantly, food somehow became not important. Eating was a burden. Eating had lost flavor. Eating became my new enemy.
My life was in shambles and became impossible to put back together. My daughter was gone and my life felt destroyed. Not eating created a pain in me and that pain was exactly what I felt in my heart. If I allowed myself the satisfaction of eating something substantial, it was like I was letting myself off the hook. Emilie was gone and I wanted to feel that pain. I wanted to feel it all because it didnât seem fair if I didnât. It didnât seem fair that I wasâŚ
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