It has been a while since the last time I have posted.  I have been dealing with some challenges and logistics.  I have bought the tickets, began the paperwork at work and organized my kitchen.  It is official,  I will be returning to the U.S. by the end of January (at the latest) for a six month leave of absence.   As I wrote previously my father was diagnosed with a rare cancer last April.  He had chemotherapy over the summer and things were looking positive.  However, the circumstances have changed, and the situation is less positive.  I will be home to spend time with my family during this period.

My last post was about Thanksgiving.  There are many things I am thankful for, my family, my husband, and my friends.  I am so thankful to have a husband that knows what family means.  The minute I told him about my father’s situation, he was willing to put me on a plane the next day—no matter the cost.  Being away from him for a significant period of time will be unfortunate, but I am so glad to have this time with my father, and with my family.  I am so lucky that I can take 6 months of unpaid time, without losing my job or being homeless.  There are many things I am thankful for this year.

My blog’s name is “Far From the Sticks.” In New Hampshire, the “Sticks” is slang for rural areas.  I am far from where I come from and where I grew up.  My life has taken paths I have never imagined and I have had many adventures on the way.  While I am going back home, in some ways I can never return to the “Sticks.”  When I was growing up, my parents made sure to provide me with a childhood.  My friends and I used to climb trees and canoe in old prom dresses, playing “Little House on the Prairie.” On Friday nights, my Dad would turn on the Temptations and we would all dance in the living room.  My brother and I would play in the stream in the rain–with galoshes and umbrellas.  I can never return to my childhood in the “Sticks,” but I can go home.  I am counting the days until I can get there.


Some days…

I miss things.  Like 4th of July.  I really wanted to be at a BBQ eating messy ribs or burned hamburgers, drinking beer and watching fireworks.  Normally I would have just thrown my own BBQ, however, circumstances prevented that.  But, I think I am going to have one next week.  There will be burgers,beer, deviled eggs, potato salad, watermelon,  beer, ice cream, beer and maybe some vegetables.

I have been a little nostalgic about the US lately.  Last night I went out and did something about it.  I watched “Angels and Demons,” there is nothing like Tom Hanks and Ewan McGregor to make you feel at home.  Especially when they are saving Vatican City, or destroying it.  Or simply standing still so I can look at them.

I have also been craving certain types of food that are more difficult to get here.  Like martini olives.  I am in mourning over martini olives, I can’t find them anywhere, it is really tragic.  Though I did find vermouth, which was exciting.

I have been craving Mexican food and sushi.  I miss the Mexican food from San Diego, you know the kind where the restaurant only takes cash, looks like a hole in the wall and has Abuela in the back cooking.  You know what I mean, that place people used to think it was a sex shop because of the loud moans, and if it was on fire the patrons would put it out with their bodies lest they could not get an orgasmic burrito in the Burn Ward.

So before Angels and Demons we went out for Mexican food.  It was actually “El Toritos” a California Mexican restaurant chain.   Not authentic, but close enough to appease the hunger.

The other food I have been yearning for is sushi. I want it pretty hardcore.  I am afraid to go snorkeling in Marmaris–if I see a fish—I just might just take a bite.  So if you know any good places to go for sushi in either Ankara or Marmaris, let me know.   I really prefer wasabi with my raw sea creatures instead of a la snorkel.

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