This journey I am on is not easy. Getting to Istanbul was not easy. (You should have seen the mess I was before the plane touched down and then making my way through the airport to find the Gypsy King.) Being in Istanbul was not always easy. (Fairy tales usually have difficult moments.) Leaving Istanbul was not easy. (Hello 3 buckets of tears as I left the Gypsy King behind.) Being home again, processing the enormity of it all, and keeping my shit together is not easy.
But easy is not always worthwhile. Sometimes, to advance the state of one's life, it becomes necessary to free-fall off the cliff of uncertainty and trust the lift and support will find your wet wings in time.
I thank you all for the lift and support.