It seems like I’ve been talking about moving to Istanbul forever—four years, in fact, ever since my first trip there. I’ve gone on and on about it to anyone who would listen. “I’m going to do it, I’ll make it happen.” Over the years I’ve tried to find a way in from over eight thousand kilometres away. I returned time and again, officially as a tourist but always sussing the city out and getting a sense of just how I would fit in.

Two years ago I received a response on a position in Istanbul I had applied for but the timing just wasn’t right then.

This time, the timing is right. This time, everything has fallen into place. It has taken a while, but this time I won’t have any unresolved issues or loose threads hanging. All that’s left is me is for me to quit my job here and book that flight out.

This is it.