This post is for several people who have recently asked me why I live in Turkey. So Rhonda, Stella, Givinya De Elba, and the Over-Thinker here is a shortened version of a long story.
Since before Brian and I were married we talked about living overseas. It was something we always knew we wanted to do someday. We got married in 1991, worked jobs, had kids, and never really felt like it was time to actually take the plunge until 2001. We had a friend who had a company here in Turkey. He was looking for a few people to come work with him. We thought about it, prayed about it, thought about it, prayed about it...a lot! We decided it was the right time for our family. Our oldest was 9, and we thought if we waited much longer it would be harder for her to adjust to living in a different country. So we did it. We accepted the job and in March of 2002 we moved to Turkey. The company mainly does import/export and consulting in sports, tourism, and business.
So there you have it. Not the romantic story it could be. Quite practical actually. Well...I did leave out the part about selling or giving away all our worldly possessions in America and arriving in Turkey with nothing and having to completely start over buying everything and not knowing a lick of Turkish. That wasn't very practical. That was just plain crazy! Story of my life. Practically crazy.