For some reason I have had an unnatural attraction to the name Constantinople. From the moment I read the whole sordid story, I have been one pissed lady. And we're talking grade school, folks. From when I was just a little tike.
I even went through a phase using Constantinople when referring to the modern city and was even more incensed when none of my classmates knew what the fuck I was talking about. No wonder I didn't have a boyfriend.
Thus my long standing love affair with the Roman Empire was born.
We are on official countdown for the move to NewCity. My parents are taking the kids this weekend. I will follow on Tuesday. There is no turning back. Departure is imminent.
How does this tie in to Constantinople, you ask? My mp3 player and my brain have had that TMBG version of the song stuck in my head for weeks now.
Of course, I get to do a little belly dance in the kitchen whenever it plays, but that is beside the point.
I am leaving this mountain paradise, and it will never be the same. I have been fighting the urge to go places because This is the last time keeps shouting itself at me. I know I will come back to visit, but it will be a different place with different people. Someone else will be living in the house where we first brought LittleMan home. There will be different teachers at LittleBird's school. Hubbie's workmates will have transfered to new cities.
As eager as I am to just be done with this whole move, the nostalgic part of my personality is trying to take over. I just don't have the emotional energy to go there.
Constantinople is about to fall. I can't go back. Truth be told, I don't know if I would want to. Isn't it better to preserve the memory of what was than to see what it has become? I guess the Turks would know.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
You Can't Go Back To Constantinople
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Interesting little history lesson today, thanks! I feel sheltered now.. and a little behind on why you're moving. Time to lurk the archives for a bit.
I'm going to have to lurk as well, I just started reading a few days ago.
I get nostalgic thinking about my old town and then I remind myself I would never have the life I live today had I stayed there.
With the risk of sounding like a commercial - "Change is good."
It's rarely easy to say goodbye. *sigh* I hope the weeks ahead go as smoothly as possible to ease the transition a bit.
Seeing as how I used to be a big They Might Be Giants fan the second I read the title of this post I was singing this song in my head all the way until I scrolled to the actual video.
Hi....to answer your question about 'stealing' the award at my blog. I don't know any etiquette other than when you pass them on to others you have received this award yourself from someone else. But really, if you know someone who is worthy, then I can only suggest that you go to the originator of the award and I have that linked in my blog for today also.
Sorry I couldn't help you with your question.
You say Constantinople, I say Istanbul, let's call the whole thing off! Hehe.
I know moving sucks, I do it every couple of years or so. Remember to keep an open mind and go into it with a positive attitude. Things will be OK, and until you make real girlfriends, you got me to vent to!
Remember our conversation yesterday? You can never truly go back, but you'll always have the great memories and someday, you'll be able to visit and it won't hurt.
Awww, it'll be okay! I'm a nostalgic, weepy sap when it comes to moving, but there is something exciting about it, too. It caters to my ADD :-)
When I moved here in 1997, I gave it a year. I planned to go back to NC. Nope. Still here. Never thought I'd be here this long, but it kind of grows on you. There are some beautiful places here, too, but not like where you are.
Here's a funny for you - a little bit of ice practically shut down the whole area today. That ought to give you a chuckle.
Peace - D
They would know and it's really nobody's business but the Turks!
Good luck with the move - we're facing that as well and there's nothing as stressful.
We're off for a long weekend to your old stomping grounds today. Have a great weekend.
Thanks for putting that song in my head. It's much preferable to the theme from the Backyardigans.
The Ottoman Empire...full of furniture for some reason. (This will only be funny if you're an Eddie Izzard fan. If you're not, rent Dress To Kill poste haste. If you don't find it funny, well, there's no hope for you.)
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