#letterstomycousin

August 16, 1995 at 9:15am, I was born in Sisli, Istanbul. Grew up in the city I was born in with an amazing yet kind of tumultuous family. The choices they made for me as a child inspired me to be who I am, who I am trying to be. Once I started going in my direction, the one that felt right I found myself in New York City, first in 9th grade, and then for college. My heart belonged here just like the millions of other people that migrate here. 

On August 16, 2015 at 9:13am, you, my dear Frances, were born in Dallas, TX. I don’t yet know where you’ll grow up but I know you have an amazing family, because you are my little cousin, the one that shares my birthday. I could not be any more glad to have you in my life as you’ve inspired so much in my life just because you came in to the messed up world we live in. 

I had lost my way, Frances, I didn’t know where to go and how to find it. I’m still looking and stumbling along the way. You coming into my life, however, has made me realise I can save you some of the trouble and share my experience as a lost 20 year old in this world. I will keep writing for the next 20 years, of where I go, what I feel, types of people I meet, lists, recipes, etc. anything that I find that will be useful in your 20s and later.

I’m definitely not the best writer, or the best person to give you advice but i’ll try my best to communicate my experience and feelings. This will get personal and possibly heavy. 

You’ll forever be my little one baby Frances <3