I talked to M today in NJ. I’m basically ready to go home.

I looked at another place in Sisli today. I’m not ready to call this quits. I think the place would work. I didn’t really enjoy either of the two classes that I taught today. I don’t think the students really enjoyed them, either. Nor am I convinced that either of them learned much of anything in the classes. Blergh.

It was great to talk to M. She clearly thinks I’m depressed. And, who knows, maybe I am. I’ve certainly felt that way lately. It passes, but then it generally comes again. Istanbul has been a really tough situation to put myself into so I think that’s reasonable. I’m hoping once I get everything settled with the room I can find a gym and hopefully start working out pretty regularly. I’d love to be getting a lot of exercise. There is nothing better for my mood than getting exercise. I’ll investigate that once I’ve gotten settled. If things don’t improve over the next month I’ll just bail on this place. I’d rather not do that, but it is an option.

It would be unfair of me to think, especially considering my mental history, that I’d never get depressed again. I don’t want to deny the reality of a situation, but I’m also not a great judge of things. I know there are things I can do that will help. One of them is getting more exercise and the other is moving back to the US. Both are things to consider, I suppose.