Ist 2.0
i chose a city to live in for all its ideal intangibles, at the expense of ideal tangible acquisitions. two and half months on, i found myself struggling to find an equilibrium.
on one hand I have come so far as to having a decent conversation with the waitress in my new found spot - which turns out to be another pseudo french cafe playing turkish folklore and with chinese proverbs quoted at the back of its menu. i accidentally brought the french friend there and she almost could not forgive me, it’s equally blasphemous to bringing me to a malay restaurant in london.
on another, hurricane-globalcrisis came sweeping and i lost two of the only clients i could deal with (with baby turkish). two and half months on, i found myself with a deferred paycheck which value wouldnt even match a month’s worth of washing dishes in chinatown london.
to justify the self: networking darling networking, an office with my own desk over looking the bosphorus, golden sunsets on my right shoulder, having time to write this entry at office hours (in mids of random research on mobile and internet convergence) and perhaps a useful third language in the near future.
with neve campbell look alike sitting in front of me charting her future from a tiny cup of coffee residue, life could be worse than this.
so I woke up today, put in a little extra effort to optimism and settled on a verdict that there must be a silver lining in heavy winter clouds. the sun is brighter today than yesterday, literally.
