Still in Istanbul.
Lovely, yes, one of the most beautiful cities I’ve ever visited (though I haven’t visited lots) but I am tired, in the throes of perpetual jetlag, and it turns out the Alhambra clue I thought I knew the answer to hasn’t led me anywhere. So I was wrong. And no new clues, no new passages. Just stuck. And even if I wanted to leave (I don’t, and won’t) the idea of getting on another plane right this very moment makes my stomach turn.
Feeling :emoji for frustrated and jetlagged girl who is stymied by the magical journal her dead father left her:
I went back and read the story I wrote to break the spell on me. The one where I said I was done with my father and was never looking back, blah, blah, blah…
Here I am, still chasing him. Still stuck, lonely, frustrated.
Am I ever going to be out of his shadow?
Am desperately trying to get used to the idea that you’ve all been here the entire time and I need to just go with it.
I need a nap.