Second Year in Heaven

How time flies... Today is the second anniversary of my settling in Paris, so today, rather than introducing a new place, I would like to share a personal note by writing about my impressions of the two years I spent here, while also giving clues about what life is like in Paris...

It's been two years, easy to say; It seems like just yesterday settle in paris My first day here, the first excitement and confusion I experienced; sadness and happiness; Most of all, the joy of realizing your dreams, it seems like yesterday, I still feel that feeling right here, right in my heart.

What I wrote in memory of my first year the text I read “Second Year in Paradise” before I started writing it. I realized that whatever I said there, whatever I felt, I stand behind everything I said today. Nothing has changed in the slightest, everything is the same beauty, everything is in the same heavenly atmosphere for me, even after this second year. Always a state of gratitude, always a state of gratitude. Whatever I have, whatever I have achieved. Neither less nor more; in perfect shape…

I have already evaluated the first year, so I should evaluate the general situation of the second year:

What happened in the last year? Everything actually went as planned; No, we got the reward not because it flowed like butter, but because we did our best to make the things we planned happen. If we did nothing, nothing would happen; Because If you do nothing nothing happens in life...

learn french I have focused heavily on this issue over the past year because it is my top priority. Now I started reading books in French; I finished six books, now I'm on the seventh. Although I have a dictionary, notepad, pencil and eraser; It is more like the psychology of studying than the pleasure of reading a book with all my equipment. I wouldn't say it is very enjoyable, but it is definitely very useful in terms of learning and development.

I have always been lucky in terms of friends and family. I had friends from Malaysia, Ireland, Australia, Spain, Poland, Romania, Serbia and many other countries. I look at life from different perspectives on different issues with each of them. I realize that this enriches and develops me even more with each meeting. The number of my French friends also started to increase; Exchanging with those who want to learn Turkish was especially useful.

In this way, I can both take private lessons and give private lessons; Moreover, it is completely free; I meet new people, new lives, and listen to new stories every time. Of course, this is a great treasure of life for me. I have unforgettable memories every day. For example, one of my “exchange” French friends is learning both Turkish and Portuguese; Another is a friend who is French but of Brazilian origin, so he speaks French, which is his native language, and Portuguese with the same fluency.

I brought the two together the other day; While the two French people were talking to each other in Portuguese and Turkish, I accompanied them in Turkish and French. Sometimes one of them would ask a question in Portuguese and another would answer in Turkish; I thought about the atmosphere I was in, "where am I, what am I doing?" I asked myself and I was very happy with the answer I got...

Continue exploring Paris and of course France. Lyon, Marseille, Nice, Cannes , Monaco, Brest, Quimper, Roscoff, Deauville & Trouville, Honfleur These are the places I have visited in France in the last year. Even though I have been to some of them several times before, I can't wait to add new ones to the most beautiful and exquisite places that I will never get tired of visiting again and again.

There are still tons of places to see and explore in and around Paris. Just like I did in Istanbul, I try to get to know a new place at every opportunity. Sometimes I turn my head from a street I always pass by and realize that there is a road in between; Once I enter that way, I am in a completely different world. Paris continues to surprise and delight me every time.

I try to follow cultural and artistic events, although not as much as in Istanbul. For example, I was very happy to understand 90% of the theater play I went to last month; The game was also really impressive. I try to follow concerts, dance shows, cinema, everything in the name of culture and art as much as possible, and of course, I enjoy doing this, especially in Paris.

I have attended a gym for the past year; It was an interesting experience for a sports lover like me to get tired of sports 🙂 For some reason, I've been looking forward to the day when my one-year subscription would end in the last three months 🙂 Now I've thrown myself into the streets again, I'm trying to make an effort by traveling around, but I'm aware that I need to do some type of sports regularly.

The food is very delicious and this is a big danger :) For someone who is obsessed with weight like me, it is really difficult to resist these delicious dishes, especially desserts. Still, I decided to make it sweet by giving myself one dessert a week, we're doing well for now :)

I try to go to Istanbul every three or four months. Every time I go, my feet move backwards. Actually, I don't want to go and see the state of the country, but when one's family and friends are there, one has no other choice when Istanbul is one's home.

It has been a long time since we disproved the thesis that "wherever a person goes, his troubles go with him"; I have been living with zero problems for two years; The only thing that bothers me is the unpleasant news I receive from Turkey; sometimes myself facebook ve TwitterI catch him stuck in , just getting involved with Türkiye's agenda; Morale is at zero, I feel depressed and overwhelmed... Then I look up and realize that I am in Paris, in heaven, but sometimes this paradise, this happiness I live in turns into a pang of conscience; I feel an unnecessary sense of guilt. However, I know that I have worked for years to deserve this; It is my right to experience these beauties... But somewhere, a wound aches inside.

My heart hurts more every time I come to Istanbul. I just miss the ferries; And the Bosphorus air. Otherwise, I would miss Istanbul even when I was in Istanbul; There is no longer my Istanbul. I missed Istanbul when I was in Istanbul and when I was in Paris; My beautiful city is a thing of the past, just like my childhood.

Then I return to Paris every time; What happiness, what inner relief. People are kind, people are kind. Order; greenery, peace and trust. Every time I return to a life where no one interferes with anyone else and where one's mind is at peace. No longing or anything else; However, since I have appointments with at least two or three friends a day during each visit to Istanbul and experience a million emotional exchanges with each of them, I feel like I am alone for the first few days of each return to Paris; Then it passes :) I love loneliness; I'm not alone, am I? Life flows beautifully in Paris, in my own shell whenever I want, in my circle of friends whenever I want.

At the end of these two years, I received my work permit this month, as planned. After that, it's a rush of work. I'm at a crossroads again; Maybe the next step will be on marketing as I always do, maybe public relations, who knows maybe operations? Will my future be in the media or somewhere else? We will see this together. I wish I could just blog something and make money with the drawings I make.

Maybe I'll finish the novel I started a long time ago; Maybe I'll do something on stained glass or ceramic art. Or I don't know; I'm open to any offer. There are definitely many doors for someone with so much education, so much experience and business history. those two years Fransızca It was all about learning, and certain steps had to be taken to obtain a work permit, and they were done. Starting next month work-power Steps will now be taken on the issues; We will evaluate its results next year.

Is everything this beautiful? I don't know, it still seems nice to me. Neither distress nor depression. For example, there has been a fuss about air pollution in the past weeks; Single and double license plates were implemented in traffic, and it lasted two days anyway; However, at a seminar I attended in Istanbul when I was at university, the speaker said that air pollution in Istanbul at that time was ten times above the danger limit! We have seen and experienced such days, the issues discussed here as problems are left as a cookie...

Spring comes late, summer passes quickly; a generally gray sky and incredibly cold... Yes, these are problems, I won't deny it, but it doesn't seem necessary to worry about this, given the beauties I experience and most importantly, the peace of mind; Besides, there should be something to complain about in life, right? 🙂

Of course The longer you live in a different place, the more beautiful things become. your ugliness As the number increases, it becomes more noticeable something. Uneducated people are certainly a problem (here, as everywhere else in the world). They are loud, dirty and disrespectful. They bother me sometimes, but as I said, such people exist everywhere; What matters is their ratio to society, and there is no such danger here yet; It is obvious that the French will have a lot of trouble in the future; Actually, just like Istanbul was thirty years ago...

As I always say; For the past year, I have lived a decent life in Paris, where I lived like a human, where I felt in my bones that I was a human, and where I could act as I am. I saw the respect that allowed me to live my own private world, sincerity without getting involved in rudeness in the community.

I withdrew to my own world whenever I wanted, and was in society whenever I wanted. When I looked up, all I saw was beauty. Beautiful places, beautiful people, beautiful food; I was able to lead an aesthetic life during this time.

A travel enthusiast like me, who has visited more than fifty places around the world, is no longer just looking for travel. Because there is no longer any effort to "throw oneself out", which I realized much later was creeping into me; a stillness, a stillness, a calmness. Are you just a little bit bored, get up and walk around; There is no limit to the beauty you will see. Get on a thousand buses or trains, anywhere; You are in a completely different world.

It's like you jumped on a plane and arrived in a holiday town; Life is so beautiful here. OperaI get goosebumps every time I see him, Tuileries Gardenwalking in, Louvrewalking around the courtyard of Marshtraveling in, Pont des Artspass through, Pont Alexandre IIIWatching . Saint Germainwalking in, OdeonDrinking a coffee in, wandering around, getting lost in the streets.

that church your, this church Mine, that mosque your this square Living my Paris. Sometimes going far away means jumping and RER'to, The Vésinet your Parc de Sceaux Make it a feast for my eyes. Heaven is Paris…

No, of course, I would like to travel again, country by country, country by place, but it is not my priority anymore, as it was before; I'm fine like this, fine like this...

We have completed the “Second Year in Heaven” and now we are starting to experience the third year. Let's see what surprises this next year holds. You never know what life will bring. We make our plans and take our steps, life plays its tricks on us and we try to fend it off with salvos..

But I know it will be beautiful. Because I've always been lucky; Of course, it's not just luck; Awareness is also important and knowing your worth is important, understanding the value of what you have and making an effort to protect it.. Things happen with effort. “If you don't do something, nothing happens.”

Thank you Paris, thank you life for “Second Year in Heaven”; Thank you to everything that keeps me alive at this point right now.

What can I say:

You must be happiness…

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