sometimes i miss turkey and go back to istanbul in my mind more often that i’d like to admit.
sometimes i want to meet my friends every single day of the week coz i love them so much. sometimes i dont.
sometimes i plan my weekend on monday itself and that keeps me going through the week
sometimes when i have something really important talk about, no one picks my calls.
sometimes i wonder if there really is such a thing as to truly love your job?
sometimes, rarely, but sometimes i feel like my life is too good to be true. but that’s generally on a saturday or friday. never on a monday.