I'm not quite sure I ever feel like writing "conventional" blogposts anymore, though I probably couldn't define what a conventional blogpost is. Personally, I think of a conventional blogpost as being dry, and focused only on the chronological, the bland re-telling.

I've come to realize that the re-telling of a story or event, if it is to be without any sort of creative fervour or angle, is better left to one's personal journal. That is definitely something I did not know when I started blogging. I have learned to be more adventurous with my writing, and in some ways, today's post is about learning. When I awoke today I knew I wanted to write, but I had no idea about what. I decided that, after almost three months here in Istanbul, I might be due for a sort of experimental, over-arching piece on the city.

Today's theme?

Five Epiphanies in Istanbul.

Ever since I read James Joyce's The Dubliners, (a text notorious for its focus on the use of the epiphany) I've come to love the idea that one moment can have so much impact on a person's understanding of the world. I read The Dubliners in Ireland in 2006, so I can imagine I've had quite a few epiphanies since then. But, for now, let's focus on the one's I've had in Istanbul, in no particular order.

One - Istanbul, The Place I Call Home