Revisted? Requited? Reunion? Rerun?
April14
in the summer of 2000 i flew from new york to israel and took a boat to rhodes. from rhodes i took another boat, a smaller, faster boat to turkey. after one or more overnight bus rides complete with apple tea and Turkish delights, i found myself among the fairy chimneys. sand stone structures that had been carved long ago by turks and then taken over by christian missionaries. by the time i arrived most had been turned into pensions that stayed cool in the summer and warm in the winter.
at some point after college, i returned to these fairy chimneys, at least when i put pen to paper. it was all i could write about – my imagined experiences travelling with an imagined companion. little about my story was what had really happened as i explored dalyan, istanbul, the seaside town of kash. only the phallic fairy chimneys remained in tact.
eventually the real me found my true “imaginary companion” and the writing of far away places stopped. i left my small apartment in the city and moved back to boston so that i could be near him and his grey fleece. i changed jobs twice while he continued to work on finishing up his PhD in something i completely don’t understand (note: not don’t completely understand).
six monts ago we were married in the most beautiful and outrageous wedding westport connecticut has ever seen. so now, as things settle, and i look for new projects and direction – i find myself returning to the fairy chimneys. not so much the sandstone itself as i feel like i have never been further away from my imaginary wanderings, but instead – aching to explore what’s really going on – at a time when even the small things feel big, i feel like there should be some record.
i split my time between working to change the world and being up to date on ALL celebrity gossip (i really don’t discriminate). i find both of these activities more fulfilling when drinking red wine and eating cheese. i day dream about buying houses that i can’t afford in towns i have never visited.
the big news around town is that ABN defended his dissertation this past friday. it all happened at 8am which is an hour that he is not very familiar with – but he is done and he is a dr and we are both happy. now he begins searching the world for the perfect job (job – something he has never had) and i continue to day dream about our on going adventure and where we will end up next (even if it’s phsyically right around the corner).
Thank you 
