I moved to Vienna!

Well.. Only for a couple of months.
So I am here for a very interesting internship position and I have been here for only 5 days now and I am already in love with the city, people, everything basically. My first impressions are that it is a very modern city with historical roots and everyone seems to respect that far more than they do in Istanbul for example. It's a well balanced harmony. In fact, it is also weird for me to see that almost nobody is pretentious in their doings, clothings, or livings. It's almost like there are no statue conflicts. Your personality is more on the surface than your profession or your level of degree and I think that is a great thing. I have talked to everyone from the ground level to top level in our institute and I didn't sense anything different in the way they approach to me. It is such a chill and casual environment. Apart from work, I try to walk for as much as I can in the evenings. I haven't set up a specific route for that yet but everywhere is so magical and it's always a good place where I end up. I already feel like I belong in here. Maybe it was me that came to Vienna, but maybe it was Vienna that was calling me. It was never in my mind, and I didn't know if it was possible, but here I am, and I am more hopeful about my future than I have ever been before. Until next time, Auf Wiedersehen!

Is Happiness a Place or a Person?

Is happiness in the place we go, or is it within us?

Perhaps the reason we cannot find happiness is because we look for it in the wrong places. Or the very reason is because, well, we look for it. What happened to the way we live? Or when did we forget to live? When did the line between doing what we want and looking for remedy in what other people do become so blurred? Was it the time when we started to attach our hopes of happiness to fancy name tags and hefty price tags? Like the time being a cultured person started to depend on pronouncing the longest beverage name at Starbucks? All of these may have made us look like we are doing fun things in good places, but did it make us feel that way?

Happiness is not in the places we go. It is not to be found in the fancy names we hide behind, and it is not sitting and waiting for us in that third wave coffee shop in Amsterdam, either. It is the unknown within us, discovering the tiny flame within ourselves, and sharing it with people who will hold it carefully to let it grow and light up our worlds.