tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48448538974311582152024-03-05T05:39:51.226-08:00Incirlikin' GoodThe Stebbins' Adventures in TurkeyRyan and Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01312408692291776145noreply@blogger.comBlogger209125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844853897431158215.post-5636334968782041222012-11-14T11:47:00.001-08:002012-11-14T11:47:42.218-08:00Incirlikin' Good-ByeI have been thinking and thinking about a creative and unique way that I can wrap this little blog up. And I got nothing. There is no way I can adequately do justice to these 2 incredible years of my life with a single post that ties it all together. The fact is, I think about Incirlik Air Base everyday. I miss things about it everyday. It is still a huge part of my life. <br />
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And really, my time in Turkey lives on. Through the friendships I made primarily. And also through the lessons I learned and the perspective I gained. So even though this blog will no longer be active, my "incirlikin' good" experience will continue to shape me moving forward.<br />
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Thank you to all of you that took the time to read these posts. Thank you especially to those of you who prayed for us and supported us through these 2 years. It means more than I could ever say. <br />
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God bless you cyber-friends. Thank you for letting me share with you.Ryan and Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01312408692291776145noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844853897431158215.post-4866450598532421472012-09-10T09:13:00.002-07:002012-09-10T09:16:25.014-07:00Prayers NeededYou can take the girl out of Turkey, but Turkey is still deep in the heart of the girl. Recently, we have heard of a rash of sickness and tragedy happening to our friends at Incirlik. We are saddened and worried for that little base. We know what a small, tight knit community it is. Would you pray for the following people?<br />
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<li>the family of Pat, our Community Center director. He was diagnosed with cancer in late July and died 3 weeks later.</li>
<li>one of Ryan's co-workers, Erin. She suffered a seizure 3 weeks after delivering her baby boy and was in a coma when she was medivaced to Germany. Thankfully, she is doing better now.</li>
<li>Some neighbors on our street. Pamela is experiencing very serious complications following surgery. She has 4 children, one of which is W's age.</li>
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Thank you, blog friends. Ryan and Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01312408692291776145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844853897431158215.post-82166205290503793492012-08-23T11:25:00.000-07:002012-08-23T11:25:04.557-07:00It's Here!!!I cannot tell you the joy I felt when my eyes saw our crates sitting outside our house this morning. My stuff. Finally. Truly, this is a sign that after what seems like an eternity, this crazy transition is nearing it's end. Only a few more days of unpacking, organizing, and putting away before I can say we are "home".<br />
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I remember before we left Turkey, our friend Dan made a comment at dinner that I loved. He said that he couldn't wait for that moment when the last box was unpacked and there was nothing left on the moving checklist. When all that's left to do is to resume your routines, to hit the "play" button on your life again. I feel that moment getting closer and closer. And I think, in that moment, that my smile might make my face crack. I can't wait.<br />
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<br />Ryan and Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01312408692291776145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844853897431158215.post-90793231711005220952012-08-20T11:00:00.001-07:002012-08-20T11:00:47.665-07:00Greener GrassRemember, not too long ago, when I was rambling on about how tough Turkey was and how ready I was to be home? True, Turkey was tough, and true, especially towards the end, we were more than ready to go. But I miss it. Maybe more than I thought I would.<br />
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This could have something to do with the fact that we are STILL without any of our stuff (it is due to arrive Thursday, fingers crossed) and I still don't feel very settled here. It could also be in part because of the long hours that Ryan is working and the effort it takes to adjust and plug into a new place. But mostly, I think it is just the human "grass is always greener" tendency.<br />
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Why do we so easily forget about the difficulties and remember the good things in our memories? Labor? I can hardly remember that it was painful, but I can remember every line on my newborn's face. When I think back to Ryan's deployment, I can't remember at all feeling lonely or sad, which I know I was. But what I do remember vividly is seeing him walk through the airport towards me after a 6 month separation.<br />
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And Turkey? The first things that come to mind now are the best things: afternoon walks with Sarahbee and Peter, game night Fridays at our place, trips to the Optimum, Hatice, big wheels with Isaac and Elijah....and the list could go on and on.<br />
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The bad stuff doesn't seem so bad any more. And I am thankful for that.Ryan and Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01312408692291776145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844853897431158215.post-91042750920109674752012-08-06T16:03:00.001-07:002012-08-06T16:03:27.231-07:00The Stebbins Go to Washington.....<br />
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We are here!! After a week with family in Alabama, we made our way up the East Coast to our new home.<br />
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The last week, if I am being honest, has been really rough. We are just trying to find our rhythm in this new place. We don't have our shipment from Turkey yet, so our house is empty and we don't have much in the way of supplies (I need an iron badly!). Ryan's job will also take some adjustment. We are used to having him home much more than normal. He will doing well to get home by 6:30 here. The pace of life is different, and while it is wonderful, it will take some getting used to. Each night when my head hits the air mattress (yes, we sleep on air mattresses right now), I am exhausted beyond belief. It feels almost like the culture shock I felt in the beginning in Turkey, but in reverse.<br />
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In all of the chaos, though, there have been great blessings. Our San Antonio best friends, the Richardsons, live about 2 miles away and have been incredibly helpful. I don't know what I would do without them, actually. Laura, a friend from Turkey, has also been such a blessing. She has kept W while I worked on the house, and just provided some much needed fellowship on these long days in an empty house. Finally, my friend Ellen was here visiting and we got to spend a fun day together.<br />
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After such a tough week, I knew I needed an outing to get me excited again about my new home. So we planned a little day trip to downtown DC. The metro system here is incredibly easy, safe, and clean. We hopped on at our station and rode about 25 minutes. Our stop was right in the middle of the National Mall. We spent the afternoon exploring 3 museums and taking in some sights and sounds of our nation's capital.<br />
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As I emerged from the Metro tunnel and saw the Washington Monument on my left and the US Capitol on my right, I couldn't help at chuckle at the incredible journey that my life has been the past 2 years. From life in Texas, to living as far removed from American culture as possible, to returning and being right in the very heart of it.........what a way to come full circle.Ryan and Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01312408692291776145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844853897431158215.post-9863641984794919992012-07-09T04:34:00.001-07:002012-07-09T04:34:46.508-07:00Mission AccomplishedThis will be my last blog entry in Turkey. We came, we saw, we conquered. And now it is finally our turn to say goodbye. <br />
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Anyone that knows me well knows that I am not the most motivated person you will meet. I think I have plenty of ability in many areas, but not much drive to do anything with it. So I don't have a lot of experience with setting goals and then achieving them. I usually don't set them to begin with, actually.<br />
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Turkey changed that for me. I was forced to set a goal: make it 2 years in a tough place without falling apart, or quitting, or having a negative attitude. Another goal? To make these 2 years of my son's life happy and memorable...even if it would be hard to do at times.<br />
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I did it, I did it, I did it. And I have to say, it feels good to see your goals achieved. To know that you did what you set out to do, even if it was hard at times.<br />
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I will always have a place in my heart for this nation and it's people, who are some of the kindest and most welcoming I have ever met. My ears will always perk up when I hear Turkey in the news. This place will now always be a part of my story. And for that, I am thankful.<br />
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Time to go now. We are coming home.Ryan and Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01312408692291776145noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844853897431158215.post-32634621114048348602012-07-04T02:37:00.002-07:002012-07-04T02:37:46.444-07:00Dear America.......Happy Birthday!! See you in a few days.<br />
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Love,<br />
The StebbinsRyan and Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01312408692291776145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844853897431158215.post-71538227248995654702012-07-01T04:49:00.000-07:002012-07-01T04:49:59.305-07:00Favorite PhotosI already did a post about my favorite picture taken during our time in Turkey. But I wanted to add a few more that represent moments and people I will always remember.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This picture represents so, so many happy afternoons in Turkey. After naptime, we would walk over to Wendi's house (usually with Sarahbee and Peter) and hang out until dinnertime. W would have a blast each time. And the conversations that I had with my friends were so precious. I drove by Wendi's old house the other day and noticed all the skid marks from bikes and big wheels in her driveway. I got a tear in my eye because each of those marks represent an afternoon and a moment in time, watching my baby grow into a little boy.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Who would have thunk it? These 2 ladies together in central Turkey?? Not me!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I have always known that I lucked out in the husband department, but watching Ryan love and shepherd our family over the last 2 years has been awesome. Our marriage is stronger and we are better individuals as well. Love this guy and can't wait to see where our next adventure takes us. There is no better traveling partner than Ryan!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This picture always makes me emotional. Our friendships here were incredible. The way we were loved, supported, and taken care of was amazing. W had more aunts and uncles than he could count. And to give my son the opportunity to live around people defending our freedom is something that I am proud of. He may not remember much of it, but I sure will..and I will always have this picture to remind him.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A little blurry, but this is a stunning view of a castle from inside Neuschwanstein Castle (the Disney castle) in Germany. This picture represents all the amazing things these eyes have seen that I never in a million years thought I would see. My memory bank is full of postcard images just like this one. We live in a beautiful, wonderful, amazing world....and I am so glad that I have seen so much of it.</td></tr>
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<br />Ryan and Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01312408692291776145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844853897431158215.post-20418699496151681252012-06-27T10:21:00.000-07:002012-06-27T10:21:01.664-07:00Life is LifeA very wise friend of mine named Kelley once gave me a very good piece of advice..."life is life, no matter where you live it."<br />
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That piece of advice has been a comfort over these 2 years, and I was reminded of it again today. I have been spending a lot of time focusing on being back home. The shopping, restaurants, freedoms, entertainment. It is easy to fall into a trap of thinking that by moving to America, my life will automatically be flawless.<br />
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I have been emailing my friend Sarahbee a lot. We talk in the emails like we are sitting at a park together, watching our boys play. She has been in the States for right around a month, and things aren't perfect. Her son is having issues with this transition just like W is. They haven't found a house yet. There are stressors. Sure, it is nice to be home, but life isn't perfect.<br />
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Good to remember. Life is life, huh?Ryan and Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01312408692291776145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844853897431158215.post-38436115531330956162012-06-23T06:19:00.001-07:002012-06-23T06:19:56.167-07:00Turkey TensionsI have gotten several inquiries regarding the news about the shooting down of a Turkish jet by Syria. First of all, thank you for your concern and prayers for our safety. They are always appreciated, regardless of the situation. As of right now, we don't believe we will be affected by this at all, but things of course could change rapidly. If things should change, I will update this blog appropriately.<br />
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Again, thank you for all the inquiries and concern. We feel blessed to have so many out there that are concerned about us. Ryan and Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01312408692291776145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844853897431158215.post-43774339662675878682012-06-22T08:52:00.002-07:002012-06-22T08:52:50.624-07:00In 18 Days..................this Turkish adventure will come to an end. It got me thinking about all the things that are commonplace here, that in 18 days, I may never experience again. <br />
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<li>The ever popular Call to Prayer</li>
<li>Stopping on the way home from the gym for a tank convoy</li>
<li>Being greeted by a car search and armed guards upon entrance to my neighborhood</li>
<li>Meat and milk shortages</li>
<li>Literally knowing more than half of the people in your neighborhood well</li>
<li>Shooing chickens from store entrances</li>
<li>Saying "Merhaba, nasisin?" at least once a day</li>
<li>AFN</li>
<li>The Rotator</li>
<li>Ryan riding his bike nearly everywhere</li>
<li>NO cell phones, text messages, etc.</li>
<li>NO traffic or stop lights</li>
<li>114 degree heat (hopefully not!!)</li>
<li>taking a "quick trip" to Germany</li>
<li>Doners, borek, and kebabs</li>
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Crazy!!Ryan and Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01312408692291776145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844853897431158215.post-29217807767228468502012-06-22T08:43:00.000-07:002012-06-22T08:43:08.485-07:00Would I?I got asked the following question recently...<br />
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"Now that you are almost done with your first overseas assignment, do you want to do it again?"<br />
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The answer? At this moment, no. Like I said in an earlier post, I am perfectly content at this point to let my passport expire and never leave home again. But that is now.<br />
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One thing that I am pretty much sure of? I would absolutely not want to be stationed in Turkey again. No offense, but 2 years is just about all I can handle. It hasn't been a bad assignment by any means, but I am done.<br />
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I can totally see Germany, Italy, or Britain changing my mind though. After being home for a bit, will I get restless? Will I be ready for this adventure again? One thing is for sure, nothing will ever be as shocking or life-changing as this assignment was. There is a certain comfort in that. If I can do Turkey, I can do anything!!<br /><br />Ryan and Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01312408692291776145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844853897431158215.post-33073638944891698882012-06-20T03:36:00.000-07:002012-06-20T03:36:09.868-07:00Pearls of Wisdom, Part 2Here is the second installment of things I have learned on this journey. I have never lived in a huge city, but have never lived in a very small town either. All of my homes have fallen somewhere in between. Boy, have I learned a lot about surviving in a small town!<br />
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<b>Living on a Tiny Base or in a Tiny Town</b><br />
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<li>There is always a need or a volunteer opportunity. There will never be enough people to fill every slot. Choose one or two areas to really plug into, and don't feel guilty about saying "no" to the rest of it. Burn-out is very real and very common in places like this.</li>
<li>Don't be a gossip. I guess this is applicable to everyone no matter where you live, but it is especially detrimental in a small town. You will get caught. It will come back to you. And you will lose friends. End of story.</li>
<li>If there isn't a program or club or organization that fulfills your needs, start one. This is the beauty of small town living....the sky is the limit. Don't sit back and complain about the lack of activity. Get out there and do something about it! My friend Angelica noticed that there wasn't a good activity to plug new moms into base life here, so she started a playgroup that continues to this day, even though she is gone.</li>
<li>Walk the Walk. Especially in tiny towns, people notice you. They know who you are and what you stand for. It is even more important here to remember who you are and what you represent. Someone is always watching.</li>
<li>Enjoy the simple things. In small places, options are scarce. That isn't always a bad thing. Not many restaurants? Potlucks with friends are so much better. Not much to do on a Saturday afternoon? Round up some folks and a ball for a kickball game. There is a beauty in simplicity. Learn to see it and appreciate it.</li>
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We waited a very long time to make any purchases, but once the ball got rolling, it was hard to stop! What are we coming home with? See below......<br />
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I really don't know anyone who doesn't buy at least one while here. Most people buy several. You would be crazy not too, really. If you attend a carpet party off base at one of the shops, they will feed you dinner and give you an education about the different types of rugs, how they differ by region and even village to village, and the different materials and dyes used.<br />
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Of course, the machine made rugs are cheaper and most like what you would find in the States, only much cheaper. My mother in law and her friend each got a good sized machine made rug for under $400....a steal!! By contrast, we went to a carpet store in Cappadocia with my mom where they had a handmade rug available for...wait for it........$62,000!!!!! So, there is a lot of variety out there. <b> </b><br />
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After 2 years here and much research and shopping, we were finally ready to buy. We ended up with 3 rugs, all handmade. One runner, one 5x7 and one 6x9. I am extremely happy. They are beautiful. All of them are handmade using silk and wool with natural vegetable dyes. Because of the dye and materials used, they actually change color depending on the light and the angle from which they are viewed!<br />
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Below is an image of a handmade Oushak (our rug type) that has similar colors to one of ours. I can't wait to display them in our new home!! To check out more pictures, search "Uzbek Carpets" on facebook. Esref has pictures of his carpet selection that are a good example of what you might find here.<br />
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<b> Lamps</b><br />
I just recently discovered these Turkish mosaic lamps. Several of my friends had them in their homes here, and I always noticed how beautiful and unique they looked. Apparently, they are a pretty famous Turkish export, that again, we can get very cheaply here. I ended up with 2 smaller table lamps that i think will look awesome in our house in DC.<br />
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Oh ladies!! Let me tell you, the pashminas are wonderful!!! A man in the Alley sells them for $10 here. He also exports the same thing to be sold at Neiman Marcus for over $100!!! Again, you would be crazy to live here for any amount of time and not purchase at least a couple. I think my grand total was 4, but I have many friends with whole closets full of them. Wonderful!!<br />
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<b>Furniture</b><br />
Other than the rugs, this was the thing that I heard about the most before coming here. The furniture stores in the Alley will make you just about anything for a fraction of what it would cost you Stateside. I know I sound like a broken record, but you would be crazy not to take advantage. I don't know anyone who didn't get at least one thing made. Most folks I know got completely new furniture sets in every room while here. You can simply take them a picture of what you like, and they will make you something identical (or very similar). I took them pictures from Pottery Barn and got a TV console, bookcases, a bar (for Ryan...don't get me started), a chair recovered, an ottoman/coffee table and a computer desk. All of this for around $1500. Crazy cheap. If you are curious, look up "Aydin's Furniture" on facebook. He posts pictures frequently of what he's created.<br />
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<b>Shotgun</b><br />
This one was completely Ryan, and was actually done within the first year of our time here. Turkey is apparently famous for something called Huglu Shotguns. So Ryan got one. As did my dad. They make the gun to your specifications and Ryan was pleased. It is waiting for us in Alabama. <br />
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I'd say we have done pretty well for ourselves!!<br />
Ryan and Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01312408692291776145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844853897431158215.post-69094655097108835012012-06-17T03:13:00.003-07:002012-06-17T03:13:57.293-07:00Pearls of WisdomI've done a lot of things over the past 2 years that I never imagined I could or would do. And, I've done them all at least fairly well. So, I think that qualifies me to dole out a least a little of what I've learned so that it could be of some help or service to others who happen to find themselves in similar circumstances<br />
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<b>Living Abroad</b><br />
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<li>Don't spend your time wondering why this or that isn't done like it is at home. You are not home. Try to embrace, or at the very least accept, the differences.</li>
<li>Realize that homesickness is inevitable at some point. It does not mean that you are weak or not cut out for living abroad. It is just part of the experience.</li>
<li>Learn from the culture of the country you live in. Don't be so set in your American ways that you can't see that some things are just done better elsewhere. Allow the experience to change you, even if it is just a little. </li>
<li>Cultivate international friendships. </li>
<li>When you return home, accept that you will be different. You will view your home differently and the world differently. It changes you from the inside out. And accept that others may or may not understand. But regardless, don't spend all your time talking about your experience. It is annoying to people 99% of the time.</li>
<li>If you are hesitant to live abroad and the opportunity presents itself, DO IT. It is easier than you think. You are stronger than you think. If Sarah Thompson from Montgomery Alabama can do it, trust me, you can too.</li>
<li>Make the most of your time overseas. Travel, travel, travel. See as much as you can. This wide world is so full of amazing things to see and do and learn. Get out there!! </li>
<li>Try to learn at least a little of the language of your new home. I wish I had done more of this. It makes you feel so much more confident when out and about. After 2 years, I finally feel like I have learned enough conversational phrases to get my point across in most of the more common situations. I am FAR from even a little fluent, but I can tell that with each phrase I master, I feel less nervous going out.</li>
<li>Keep a blog or journal of your experiences and emotions.</li>
<li>Be respectful of the culture. This is especially important in the Middle East. You are a visitor. You are also a representative of the United States, whether you realize it or not. This is the thing that foreigners resent about Americans the most, or at least in my experience it is. You don't have to agree with something to be respectful. We would expect the same of visitors to our country.</li>
<li>Encourage people to visit you. When they see you in your new home, it increases their understanding of your new life, and they can relate to you on a much deeper level.</li>
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Enough for now. More to come.Ryan and Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01312408692291776145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844853897431158215.post-3256895440382902652012-06-13T04:39:00.002-07:002012-06-13T04:39:47.713-07:00About the Blog.....Several people have asked me what's to become of this little blog when the Stebbins are no longer "Incirlikin Good". I have to admit, I enjoy blogging much more than I thought I would. It has been a great way to capture this piece of our lives. <br />
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But as we get ready to go home, I just don't know if I see the point anymore. This blog was very much a topical one about living life in Turkey. It will, obviously, not be about that anymore. I will have lost my "angle", so to speak. Would it be worth it?<br />
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I am considering continuing, although in a much more abridged and different way. This blog would cease to be public, and could only be accessed with a password. It would transform into, let's face it, a way for the grandparents to keep up with W. <br />
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We will see. Right now, we are still here. So posting will continue. I will probably even post a few times when we stateside to document our "re-entry" into American culture. After that, who knows? Stay tuned.......Ryan and Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01312408692291776145noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844853897431158215.post-32434938096844954462012-06-13T04:18:00.002-07:002012-06-13T04:25:52.966-07:00Accentuating the PositivesIn no particular order, here are some of the little blessings that are making our time in transition a little easier. Better to focus on the positives, right? <br />
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<li> 1. The current renters of our house in DC have been fabulous to us. Jenn has been emailing me the most helpful info on the area and our neighborhood. I already feel plugged in, and we haven't even gotten there yet! </li>
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<li> 2. My friend Kimberly has opened her home to us so W can play with her 3 boys. Her twins are W's age, and her other son is a year older. The kids have a blast, I enjoy some adult conversation, and the time passes quickly. It has been great, and I am so thankful for her. </li>
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<li> 3. So far, the heat has been bearable. There is a cool breeze in the shade with makes being outside tolerable. It is supposed to be 107 over the weekend, but I will cross that bridge when we get to it. </li>
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<li> 4 I have been emailing with a friend as she and her family have made the decision to move overseas as well. It isn't Turkey, but it is cool to see how God is already using my experience to help others. I see so much of my pre-Turkey self in my friend, and I can't wait to follow their adventure in Guam!</li>
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<li> 5. It looks like our car and household goods will arrive at the about the same time we will. If so, that will be a HUGE help!</li>
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<li><b>WE ARE NOW UNDER A MONTH LEFT!!!!!!</b> </li>
</ul>Ryan and Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01312408692291776145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844853897431158215.post-4115938509370203652012-06-11T04:09:00.000-07:002012-06-11T04:15:30.203-07:00My Pep Talk to....Myself.(Begin rant)<br />
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Put a fork in me.<br />
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<b>I. AM. DONE.</b><br />
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Done with international living. Done with Turkey. And certainly done with this tiny hotel room that has become our home until July 10.<br />
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I am trying, I really am. I am trying to stay in the present and enjoy our last few weeks in Small Town America. I am really trying to stay busy so we don't just sit here in this cave. But we can only do so much here. Our options are very limited. And our friend group is becoming more limited with each airplane departure. It is just hard.<br />
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(End rant) <br />
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Thankfully, last night's sermon helped. The preacher reminded me that in the military we have 2 sets of assignments. One from the government, and a higher one from God. God ordained and planned my time here. And I have to believe that there is a reason I am leaving on July 10. I am meant to be here and meant to be used by Him until the very moment I walk in that plane. <br />
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I have done so well here. I have exceeded my own expectations. For 2 years, I have been strong, positive, and downright joyful at times when I might earlier have crumbled. I have taken a hard assignment and, as my mom says, "bloomed where I was planted." I can't quit now with the finish line in sight. <br />
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Finish strong, Sarah. Finish strong.<br />
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**In possibly related news, I think I am going to let my passport expire. Thanks for the idea, Laura Beene!<br />
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<br />Ryan and Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01312408692291776145noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844853897431158215.post-3943579873796020082012-06-05T23:41:00.001-07:002012-06-05T23:41:10.553-07:00TLFWhat does this acronym mean? Could be a variety of things.....all probably more pleasant than the actual meaning: <b>Temporary Living Facility</b>. Basically, it is an extended stay hotel. And it is our home until we board a plane on July 10. There is no bathtub, no dishwasher and very limited space. We are on top of each other, and we are a small family. <br />
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In a way, it is the best thing for me right now. It is erasing ANY desire that might be left in me to stay here in Turkey. By the time our departure rolls around, I think I might jump on the plane. TLF is just another step in my gradual withdrawal from this base and all the activities within it.<br />
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Another round of friends leaves this weekend....I think it will be my 4,000th goodbye. With each plane that departs, it becomes a little easier, and the day of our departure gets a little closer. Things are definitely winding down here!!Ryan and Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01312408692291776145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844853897431158215.post-92160471678515004102012-06-03T03:18:00.003-07:002012-06-04T11:25:35.285-07:00Congrats, Major Stebbins!Ryan pinned on the new rank of Major this week. We had a wonderful time celebrating with close friends and work colleagues. As one friend put it, I know he will do great things with that Oak Leaf!<br />
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<br />Ryan and Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01312408692291776145noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844853897431158215.post-12158693687924011942012-06-03T03:12:00.002-07:002012-06-03T03:35:01.681-07:00For WendiForgive my lack of presence on this blog lately. Life has gotten crazy. Really crazy. Packing, moving, transitioning, adjusting. But I am back with yet another goodbye post for one of my dearest friends here-Wendi. I "met" Wendi over the internet about 3 months or so before we moved here. Someone I barely knew at my Texas MOPS group heard I was moving to Turkey and told me that she had an online friend moving to the same place. From the moment I got in touch with her, this Turkey thing seemed more and more doable. I would have a friend. And she had 2 boys, right around W's age. Maybe, with any luck, they would like each other.
Fast forward 2 years: W truly thinks that Wendi's boys are his brothers. We have spent countless hours riding big wheels, playing in parks, watching movies, and just being together. And Wendi has become as close as a sister, sharing the ups, downs, highs, and lows of this place.<br />
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<b>To Wendi:</b>
I can't say this about many people in my life, but your friendship was and is a direct answer to prayer. God knew that I needed someone like you, and sent you to me. I will always remember our driveway talks and crazy adventures (Cyprus, Greece, and Istanbul just to name a few). I have loved watching our children grow and change together and it breaks my heart that they will soon be separated. W feels so safe, comfortable, and loved when he is with your family. I know that can't be duplicated by anyone else.<br />
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We have talked before about the fact that we have a friendship where we can just both sit and be quiet, no words need to said. So, I will leave this post at that. There are so many other things I could say right now-but you already know them all, because you know my heart so well. And that is the thing I will remember the most.<br />
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<br />Ryan and Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01312408692291776145noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844853897431158215.post-4113314734638151512012-06-03T03:07:00.002-07:002012-06-03T03:43:20.458-07:00My Apology to Darcy JohnsonI wasn't the coolest kid I high school. You want evidence? I was on the literary magazine staff. We weren't cool enough for the yearbook staff, so we collected creative writing pieces from students to publish in an annual we called "Cento". I remember days and days of combing through submissions to choose the pieces we would eventually use. I particularly remember one poem, written by my good friend (to this day) Darcy. She is the daughter of an Air Force pilot. They were stationed in Montgomery from our 8th grade year until we graduated. I don't remember the whole poem, but I can vividly remember that it was about the smell of cardboard boxes, and the feelings that that smell evoked for her.
I thought the poem was pretty dumb. A whole poem about a cardboard smell?<br />
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Really?<br />
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Now, as we finish pack out #3 in our Air Force adventure, I'd like to take this opportunity to publicly apologize to Darcy Johnson. The poem wasn't dumb at all. It was brilliant. And I totally get now how one singular smell of cardboard can make your emotions go crazy. The smell signals the beginning of a long process that has become all too familiar. Goodbyes, packing, living out of suitcases, traveling, unpacking, starting over.
I get it Darcy. I get it now.<br />
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Here we go again.......Ryan and Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01312408692291776145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844853897431158215.post-56389659731198503142012-05-20T23:54:00.000-07:002012-05-20T23:54:01.725-07:00In the Moment--Part 2Here's Ryan's "In the moment list" in no particular order<br />
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<li>Attending the 2011 British Open</li>
<li>Winning the 2011 Base Championship</li>
<li>Going to Rome w/my smoking hot bride</li>
<li>Spending time in Europe w/family during the Christmas season</li>
<li>Establishing G.O.L.F. Gentlemen's Preserve</li>
<li>Working in the best squadron on base while caring for families every day </li>
<li>Friendships. Playing game night and watching college football into the hours of the night</li>
<li>Watching William grow into a little boy and playing w/his friends</li>
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<br />Ryan and Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01312408692291776145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844853897431158215.post-8002822227951898212012-05-20T06:45:00.001-07:002012-05-20T06:45:20.749-07:00Mother's DayMy friend Wendi emailed me a few weeks ago with what seemed at the time to be a great idea. The base was offering an overnight spa getaway by train for moms on Mothers Day. Everything here in Turkey is amazingly cheap, so the whole thing-from room, to food, to transport, to spa treatments, would run me only a little over 100 dollars. Sounds too good to be true, right?<br />
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Right.<br />
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The train ride was nice enough (for Turkey), and the hotel wasn't the worst place I have ever stayed-but my standards have lowered quite a bit since living here. But the "spa"? It was actually a Turkish bath, or <i>hamam. </i>I had heard about them, but never had even a little desire to experience them. But experience I did. I won't go into too much detail on a public blog, but I will say that I have NEVER been cleaner in my entire life. I also don't think there is a doctor on earth who "knows" me as well as my spa attendant.<br />
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The best part of the weekend was the friends, as it usually is. Wendi and Linda were such fun and always make things so much more enjoyable. I loved getting to make one last Turkish traveling memory with them!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Peace out, Turkey. It's been real.</td></tr>
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<br />Ryan and Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01312408692291776145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844853897431158215.post-3343435425604016462012-05-18T10:05:00.001-07:002012-05-18T10:05:50.673-07:00In The MomentEver had a moment that you couldn't believe that you were actually living? It feels almost like you are floating outside yourself, and have trouble grasping that this is <i>your</i> life. I have to admit that, before Turkey, these moments were few and far between for me. But in the last two years, I have experienced it time after time. So, in no particular order, I present you with my top "Sarah Stebbins from Montgomery, Alabama is actually doing this" moments:<br />
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<li>Having a Good Friday service in St. Peter's Grotto at Antioch.</li>
<li>Watching the sunset over the Acropolis in Athens, Greece</li>
<li>Driving through the snowy Austrian Alps with my little family</li>
<li>Singing "Happy Birthday to Jesus" at Christmas Mass in one of the largest Muslim cities in the world (Istanbul).</li>
<li>Sleeping in a cave hotel in Cappadocia</li>
<li>Staring slack-jawed at the wonders of the Vatican</li>
<li>Listening to our chaplain read from Corinthians, Phillippians, and Thessolonians while we were standing in the ruins of Corinth, Phillippi, and Thessoloniki.</li>
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What a ride it's been...........Ryan and Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01312408692291776145noreply@blogger.com0