Zenne, who we all know as a nervous Nellie puppet from the Karagöz puppet troupe, tapped on my shoulder today, saying, “when is it time to go back to Türkiye?” I suppose she must be homesick, being here in the United States for just over two decades. I really didn’t know what to say to her in response. It is a tricky time. Will things move fast or slow? Will they move in a direction that is safe for us or not? How will we know when to leave. The bottom line is, we are privileged to even be thinking about it. All I can think of today is that living under a dark shadowy scary cloud is wearing on one’s soul, and what must this have felt like for people in other countries in other times. I also thought, what if we are no happier in Türkiye? I could go into a spiral thinking vortex, yes I could, and in fact I really did a little bit, but then my fairy godmother, Perhian Hanım showed up. Rest gentle in the good night. Hold your loved ones close, breathe. The way will become clear.