About the experience in: Istanbul, Turkey
Turkey
The hostel was my home, my sanctuary, my classroom, my battlefield. It wasn't just a hostel it was a world where laughter met pain and strangers became family. I learned to lead, to let go, and to grow through chaos and beauty. Every day taught me something about love, patience, and presence. I found pieces of myself in others. I shared stories, dreams, and sleepless nights. I saw people come and go, each leaving a mark. I learned the art of connection without possession. Even goodbyes had meaning the kind that hurts but makes you grateful. the hostel will always be a part of me, wherever I go.
about 2 months ago