The sun is rising and the sound of the azan hums in the background. In a few short hours I will be boarding a plane back to New York. I’m filled with array of emotions that is mostly aptly described as bittersweet. Istanbul is starting to already to feel like a lucid dream, the good kind.
I used to be one of those New Yorkers completely wrapped up in with my city unable to fathom living anywhere else, visiting is just fine. Istanbul has shown me that I’m capable of much more than I ever give myself for.
I’ve done a lot of growing these past few months by observing my surroundings and learning from the people I surrounded myself with. I came to Istanbul not knowing a single person but I am leaving with confidence that I have made a number of close friends.