27 October 2010
25 October 2010
The Countdown: One Week to Istanbul
They say that in order to pack for a trip, you have to be able to dismantle the front porch of a decrepit house and rebuild it from scratch using only wooden nails and thumb tacks. I'm kidding, front-porch design has nothing to do with packing for an extended trip abroad, although, while caught up in the heat of what to pack, what to box, and what to toss, it can sure seem just as daunting. Even if you've only been in your current location for a summer and haven't had the opportunity for true junkish accumulation to happen.
Maybe because I've done so much packing and shipping and unpacking and storing in the last two years of my life, the initial "packing" sequence holds something of a permanence to me, more so than if I hadn't have had to move my life around in and out of the country so often. And maybe after it cost me almost $400 to ship my things from Brooklyn to Salt Lake, I realized there is a certain beauty and clarity that comes from owning few possessions. This realization has not kept me from the Keihl's counter at Nordstrom, but it is nice to think about, especially when I find myself in one of my "vagabond-ish" moods.
Like now for instance. I am determined to find myself having arrived in Turkey with only the clothes on my back, a carry-on full of good literature, and enough of my favorite deodorant to last me a year. I am not a realistic packer by any means of the word. A more accurate fantastical arrival of mine would include a suitcase full of children's books, three pairs of black flats because they all happen to be my favorite, silly bands finding themselves exploded into every nook of the contents, and of course, enough of my favorite deodorant to last me a year. With other "necessary items," like t-shirts, if you really want to get down to it.
Maybe because I've done so much packing and shipping and unpacking and storing in the last two years of my life, the initial "packing" sequence holds something of a permanence to me, more so than if I hadn't have had to move my life around in and out of the country so often. And maybe after it cost me almost $400 to ship my things from Brooklyn to Salt Lake, I realized there is a certain beauty and clarity that comes from owning few possessions. This realization has not kept me from the Keihl's counter at Nordstrom, but it is nice to think about, especially when I find myself in one of my "vagabond-ish" moods.
Like now for instance. I am determined to find myself having arrived in Turkey with only the clothes on my back, a carry-on full of good literature, and enough of my favorite deodorant to last me a year. I am not a realistic packer by any means of the word. A more accurate fantastical arrival of mine would include a suitcase full of children's books, three pairs of black flats because they all happen to be my favorite, silly bands finding themselves exploded into every nook of the contents, and of course, enough of my favorite deodorant to last me a year. With other "necessary items," like t-shirts, if you really want to get down to it.
21 October 2010
The joy and panic that ensues with only one day to spend in the city...
A few of my favorite things I hope I'll have time for:
Breakfast at the Roebling Tea Room in Williamsburg
Movie at Angelika Theatre
Visiting my favorite painting, "The Springtime," at the Met
Browsing at the Jackson McNally bookstore
Picking up a hideously expensive mini-lunch at Dean and Deluca
Oh, and grabbing a bagel from Tal Bagels!
Breakfast at the Roebling Tea Room in Williamsburg
Movie at Angelika Theatre
Visiting my favorite painting, "The Springtime," at the Met
Browsing at the Jackson McNally bookstore
Picking up a hideously expensive mini-lunch at Dean and Deluca
Oh, and grabbing a bagel from Tal Bagels!
20 October 2010
19 October 2010
The Countdown: Two Weeks to Istanbul
The first of many posts. After much petty deliberation and three different blog names later, I am up and running. An official virgin blogger at 20, a late bloomer most would say. This blog is dedicated to the many wonderful months I will spend in Turkey laboring to better the world with my domestic capabilities, my knack for good humor and easy insight to the English language. While based in Istanbul, we will explore the exact sciences of picking out bedtime stories, planning playful lessons, how to tactfully deny Bakclava for dinner, all the while exploring the quirks of the Turkish Mediterrean coast and where to find Kiehl's beauty products outside of New York. Running this risk of beating in the drumhead, this should be an adventure.
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