Tuesday, January 6, 2026

Val

This morning I met Val. Nice lady. Works at the hotel. She made a passing comment about living with a Turkish person, and I couldn't help but prod that conversation a bit further. Her husband passed away a few years ago and she had an open room in the house, so she accepted a young student from Turkey as a roommate. A few years and two trips to Turkey later and she's hooked on the culture. That's a beautiful thing, finding something so special through a time of loss. 
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