Thanks giving a la Turca

My debut Thanksgiving party/lunch was a day to remember - not to poeticize the whole event, but our hostess was glamorous. The house was shining with decorations for a fastly approaching New Years party, and it was a strange yet unforgettable suburban experience for someone like me - an urban dweller with a quaint idea of how relaxed life is in suburbia. I lived in a suburban ranch house in Kansas City, MO for a year, before I escaped to Washington DC. Yet, I know in my heart this was a trade off- I gave up the seclusion, comfort, privacy of a suburban life to a more urbane instant-coffee all-in-one life style. I guess I missed being a Taksim girl again- strolling down crowded streets, buying posters of Derrida, and spending time in popular coffee shops like Leyla in Cihangir, Taksim. Urban Washington has all this, and so this is why I came here. But yesterday's thanksgiving party reminded me of the good part of having your own well-furnished, -decorated, -kept space, and lots of it! and feeling grateful to have friends who make you feel at home in all this urban wilderness. Yet, in my heart, I know I am an urban animal. Right now, I am savoring the grande mocha I just bought from the Starbucks across the street, and I am contemplating of grabbing my laptop and going to Misha's cafe for a journal/memoir writing spree. Catching the moment, this is what a city is all about.