Türkiye ... According to Britney "Experiences themselves can be our mentors"

I've done it! I've been talking myself into believing that Izmit is "home". Over the past two days I have come to actually feel it for a number of reasons, which I will go over in order of importance. I am starting to get bearings - to those in Izmit reading this, I do admit I was lost last week. I would also like to point out that well I had no clue where I was in the labyrinth of streets when told to go to "Shoes & More", I found my way. Not everyone relies on North - South / East - West and thats okay. I am starting to be more comfortable with the lack of plumbing - especially after a beer or two. Nonetheless, it is happening. I have reduced my abnormal levels of paranoia and tonight I walked home alone at 10:45 without calling anyone to "accompany" me. Mom - don't worry 11 o'clock is my walking alone curfew and I'm still your daughter so you know that I mean it when I say it. Last night was just perfection because I watched three eps of Entourage in bed with a carbonated beverage in hand. Then tonight was Sex and the City - of course, it didn't load properly but that also feels like home. I have faith that the fall lineup will keep me entertained until Spring. It really is just the simple things. Finally, and as said most important. I'm a fixture at this one Internet cafe. The walls are plastered with American film and music icons - and primarily the cafe plays English music. Today, while downloading my shows, skyping with my sister and sipping my latte …. I heard The Fugees. At that moment I didn't feel thousands of miles away but I did realize that home is not the physical … it is just where your minds at. P.S. I might have to contradict everything I just blogged when I sleep in my new and very dark room for the first time sans nightlight.