Kismet

Kismet is a turkish word, and it's one of my favorite words ever.
When I asked a friend abut its meaning, she told me it cannot be translated precisely. It means faith, but not the faith in god or in some supernatural instinct. It's more an attitude toward life, it's faith in the fact that things will end up well and destiny will take a positive turn. It means relying in a positive solution, when you cannot have safe predictions.

Over the past two years I lived in 4 different countries and moved 15 times.
Fifteen different apartments, fifteen different 'families'. Each of them left some gifts or some scars, each of them took my hand and walked to my side during my travel.

I can barely recognize myself when I look back and I see the scared, shy girl,  convinced that none of her dreams would ever come true; the overwhelmed young woman who never left her home town for longer than one month.

The journey made me stronger, more confident, sometime aggressive, but even more flexible and receptive. I learned to look at things without giving anything for granted, I stood on the side of the outsiders and the foreigners. I embraced the change with every single bit of my soul, welcoming it in every form. Through the many voices I had the luck to listen to, through the hard experiences, through the tears and the laughs, through the food, the endless miles of solitary driving and the little epiphanies ambushing me in the most inopportune moments.

And I learned to dream, again. But with a lot of sense of humor this time, because the journey taught me that nothing is set in stone, not even my mind- least of all my mind! 
Now when somebody asks me, 'will we meet again?' and 'where will you be next?', just one word comes to my mind: kismet.