According to my Turkish host family, I’m a crazy American who is oddly enthusiastic about running. According to my host family’s friends, I’m an American spy gathering intel. According to my American family, I’m purposefully avoiding them by escaping to Turkey. Most importantly, according to me, I’m just a girl who has found refuge in the magic of Istanbul and successfully avoided adulting for the time being. In my efforts to avoid adulting, I am training for a marathon, exploring Istanbul’s many coffee shops, learning 3 languages and trying to explain to friends and family back home that Istanbul is the best.