I spent 10 days this month in Istanbul with my oldest and dearest friend. We laughed, saw great art and architecture, smoked Cuban cigars, and went to wonderful restaurants. I hadn’t seen my friend, Barry, in almost 3 years. He and his wife, Meltem, have a 4 month old, and it was great to see everyone.
For 10 days I talked about adult things, saw the wall Roman Legionaries built to defend Constantinople, drank tea by the bucket, and watched massive tanker ships crawl up the Bosporus. Barry and I laughed and laughed. Then I had to come home. I was emotional at the airport. I was sad to leave but eager to see my wife and daughter. It’s hard to leave an old friend not knowing when you will see them again.
What got me was the realization of how absent these things are in my life as an AHD. To be home toilet training and making small talk at the park. How much of my mind I have to shut off to be home all day. I have been glum and irritable since I got home. Part of me wishes I hadn’t gone away. Granted I needed the break but now I feel…empty, and uncertain as to what my future will hold for me when my girl goes to school?
I wasn’t home 24 hours and I was dealing with my revolting gobshite landlord and the city and all the problems resulting from the fire in our building. I was still jet lagged and trying to talk legalese with people. It was a fast and hard come down from the magnificence of Higha Sophia.
I – we – gave up a lot for out families but what comes next? I’m realizing I haven’t thought about it.
Has this happened to anyone else?
Thanks for listening



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