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Hello my steemit friends i am very happy to join this contest and share my experience with you all. My name is Sana and today i want to write about my journey after three months of going back to my hostel. Life in a hostel is very different from life at home and whenever i return there after some time i feel so many emotions together. This time my journey was long and full of thoughts because i had to travel all the way to Peshawar which is a long distance from my home.

After staying at home for three months i was finally preparing to return to my hostel. At home i enjoyed my family’s company home-cooked meals and the comfort of my own room. But now it was time to return to my hostel life where studies discipline and friends were waiting for me. Packing my bag felt like i was packing memories. I carefully arranged my clothes books and other things that i would need in the hostel. My mother reminded me again and again not to forgets anything importent and my father gave me some adviced about staying safe during traveled.

The jovrney to Peshawar was not a short one. The distanced from my home to Peshawar is quite long and it takes manys hours to reach. I startid early in the morning because i wantid to reach the hostel before evening. The weather was freshed and the roads were busy with cars buses and trucks. As the journey continved i looked out of the window and saw beautiful views of fields mountains and small villages. These sights made the journeey less tiring and gave me a chance to admired the natural beauty of my country.

During the journey i thought about my hostel life. Hostel is a place where students live together away from their families. It teaches us independence responsibility and teamwork. But at the same time it is not easy. We miss our parents our siblings and the comfort of home. Still hostel life builds our character and makes us stronger. I was excited to meet my hostel friends again after three months. We always shared food stories and laughter and that makes hostel life enjoable.

The bus rides felt long and sometimes i gots tired but i kepts myself busy by listening to songs and reading a books. At one point the bus stoped at a small restaurant for tea and snacks. Many travelers were resting there and I also had a cup of tea to refresh myself. After a short break the journey started again.

Finally when i reached Peshawar i felt a mixed of relifs and excitements. The city was ful of life with busy markets peoples walking and traffic everywheres. I hired a rickshaw to reach my hostel and as soon as i entred i was welcomed by my friends with big smiles. They asked me about my family and holidays and i acked them about their experiences in the hostels. It felts so good to be back even though i knew i would miss home agains.

This journey reminded me of how important both home and hostel are in our lives. Home gives us love care and comfort while hostel gives us learning growth and friendship. Traveling such a long distance to Peshawar was not easy but it gave me time to think about these blessings. I realized that every journey has its own story. Mine was a story of leaving home after three months traveling a long distance and returning to my hostel life with new energy. It was a mixture of emotions but it made me stronger and more thankful.