{"id":74472,"date":"2021-02-05T14:10:32","date_gmt":"2021-02-05T14:10:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mytravelleader.com\/?p=74472"},"modified":"2021-02-05T14:10:32","modified_gmt":"2021-02-05T14:10:32","slug":"i-decided-to-move-to-turkey-from-new-york-in-the-middle-of-the-pandemic","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mytravelleader.com\/travel\/i-decided-to-move-to-turkey-from-new-york-in-the-middle-of-the-pandemic\/","title":{"rendered":"I Decided to Move to Turkey From New York. In the Middle of the Pandemic"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Fodor's<\/p>\n

In February 2020, life was still fairly ordinary, as pre-pandemic living goes. I had been working as a communications associate for a social justice foundation, supporting movements to end gender-based violence around the world. To say it was a dream job wouldn\u2019t be an exaggeration: I worked with some of the most brilliant colleagues who became like family, and for the first time in my life, my values and purpose aligned with my professional ambitions. Only shortly before the new year, I learned my job of four years would be coming to an end. And in early 2020, just as the foundation began restructuring and eliminating roles, coronavirus made its way to New York City. It seemed my sharply-shifting reality would coincide with society\u2019s.\u00a0<\/p>\n