I have met those whom have travelled the world and continue to do so in search of their home. Backpackers, out to see the world, with the bare minimum in tow, to truly experience what each city has to offer. And, of course, the transient acquaintance who hops from one city to the next depending on what opportunity presents itself. It becomes difficult navigating through social circles to find a group of friends you can call your family away from home.
But every now and then, a group of people come together and strangers become life long friends. I think I've been particularly lucky and have met some amazing people.
One of the inspiring women I've met on my journey said "a true friend is someone you can share silence with". Nothing could be truer than this. We would sit on her balcony on wooden chairs, sipping Nescafe out of mismatched coffee mugs, smoking cigarettes as we would listen to her favorite song playing in the background on repeat, contemplating where we had been and where we were headed.
On this humid early summer afternoon, we are gathered at our local enjoying freshly brewed tea. The table is scattered with half empty packs of cigarettes, brightly colored lighters with blue 'evil eyes' on them (typical of Turkey) and plates of sweet and salty puff pastry. My nonconformist friend with a free soul who never laid a glance of judgement on anyone, the bright-eyed confident young teacher taking in every aspect of the culture around him, the writer who carries herself with such modesty with the most sound advice, and the friend who you can not only dance with till the early hours of the morning, but also talk about the complexities of constraints set by theologies and social identities, are sharing the highs and lows of the week.
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