A few years ago, I made a life-changing decision.
I hold a Master’s degree in Law. For 15 years, I lived and breathed legal work—rules, deadlines, paperwork, and everything in black and white. Structure was everything.
Then one day I thought, “What if instead of reading complaints… I started reading reviews?”
And just like that—I became a host.
I started with one apartment and absolutely no clue. I did it all: cleaning, decorating, plumbing (thank you, YouTube), and customer service with overly polite texts and fake smiles.
Then it happened—a guest left a 5-star review. I cried. Maybe from exhaustion… but also because it meant something.
Law gave me structure. Hosting gave me freedom. And honestly? Way better interior design.
I discovered a love for creating cozy, welcoming spaces. I live for those guest reactions: “Wow! This looks even better than the photos!” (Taken on my old cracked phone, by the way.)
Fast forward to today—I manage multiple properties, have an amazing team, and sometimes even get to sleep. Hosting isn’t just my job—it’s my therapy, my passion, and my excuse to buy throw pillows and call it “work.”
So, why did I become a host?
To help people feel at home—and to never wear a suit again.
