the answer must be out there somewhere

i'm here in ankara, waiting for my train trip to begin in... roughly two hours! i've met my family and friends. we had long chats. i ate amounts more than humanly possible. i went to some places around the city. but i couldn't find any answers to my questions yet. i know i'm being ambiguous, but just wait for a couple of days. i missed my home-office as well!

wish me luck with the ultra-boring 6-hour trip. yeah, i do read books but after a point that does no good either.

impaciencia

today i sent my mom's cover design to the publisher. my fingers are crossed. i feel it, this time they won't be able to screw things.

i am hopefully going to my hometown in a couple of days, if the train ticket gods have left me a seat. i think i haven't gone there for ages. hihi that city (ankara, to be exact) is like kind of a temple for me. i need to revolve around the places i spent my childhood and early adulthood, looking for a trace of past. i need to see that it still remains the same, no matter how far i go and how stupid things i do. yeah, of course it doesn't.

my god! how i missed working in 3d... virtual space, wait for me!

home hom hum

when i come to my hometown, i enjoy the delicious home-made food, feel cozy and totally out-of-place. i still work on current projects thanks to the holy internet and portable computer technology, but otherwise i cannot find anything to do, especially if i'm not meeting anyone. i wander around quite aimlessly. i feel without 'context'. i'm not sure it is too bad to be without context every once in a while, because you can see things in a different perspective. maybe life isn't too bad? maybe i will make it? (make it to what?)

what do you feel when you visit your hometown?