rediscovering a forgotten dinner table in turkey

Last week, while wandering through the winding streets of Gökçeada, Turkey, I stumbled upon an old, weathered dinner table tucked away in a tiny antique shop. The shop owner told me it had been sitting there for decades, barely touched. The table was scratched up, with faded paint and a few stubborn stains that looked like they had stories of their own. I couldn't help but imagine all the family dinners, arguments, and laughter that must have happened around it. Honestly, I felt a bit nostalgic—reminded me of the table my parents had when I was a kid, where we’d argue about who got the last piece of pie. But here's the thing: as much as I loved the idea of bringing a piece of history home, I started worrying about whether it would even fit in my kitchen back in the States. Plus, is it really worth shipping something so old and beat-up across the ocean? My kids would probably roll their eyes and ask why I didn’t just buy something new from IKEA. Still, I can’t shake the feeling that these old pieces have more character than anything you can buy today. Anyone else ever get attached to old furniture, even when it’s totally impractical? #antiques #familymemories #travelstories #Travel