“The best way of travel, however, if you aren’t in any hurry at all, if you don’t care where you are going, if you don’t like to use your legs, if you don’t want to be annoyed at all by any choice of directions, is in a balloon. In a balloon, you can decide only when to start, and usually when to stop. The rest is left entirely to nature.”
To see Cappadocia from the ground is magical, but to see it from above is one of the most incredible experiences. The curvy rock flows like giant waves, as the sun warms the sky in a palette of pinks and oranges that cast playful shadows in the furrows of the rock below. The entire scene plays out as some other-worldly geological masterpiece that makes you feel like you are floating above an undiscovered planet. Cappadocia literally swept me up, up + away.
My brother Welsey once gave me the best piece of advice in regards to my indecisiveness, “sometimes you just have to make a decision and stick to it. Good or bad.” It sounded relatively simple at the time, but i’ve found myself thinking back on those words often. I tend to have a million ideas about where I want to be, what I want to be doing, with whom and when. A lot interests me. I do have a “plan” or an idea of some bigger goals, it’s just hard to organize myself sometimes. I know it drives people crazy. It even drove someone very special out of my life. And it’s for that reason that I found myself 25, turning down graduate school (in my defense, I already finished one Master’s), unemployed, and living with my older sister. This by no means warrants self-pity. I’m proud of myself and the things i’ve been able to accomplish. I just got a little lost. Like many people my age, most afraid to admit it, I found myself at a terrifying cross roads. Finished with a job and finished with a four and a half year relationship. I felt like a stray dog.