Nereye?

Where are you going?

This is probably the most common question that I get asked. And my responses have started to slip off my tongue without much thought since I have to answer it so often.

To the grocery store. To my friend’s house. To meet Scott. To the pazar (farmer’s market).

Everyone wants to know where I am going, what I am doing, and who I am spending my time with. They are just curious. And at first, their curiosity bothered me, but after awhile, I started to feel safe knowing that someone knew where I was at all times. (See Mom, you don’t have to worry!)