While away, I
- saw more sides to the city (I once thought I knew intimately) than I have in my decades of going back combined
- fell in love with Cairo
- drank more 3aseer asab (sugarcane juice) & street food than I ever thought my stomach could handle
- experienced freedom there in ways I have never been able to--at times it felt borrowed, or too good to be true
- fell out of love with Cairo
- remembered what it was like to want to write, instead of feel guilty over the fact that I should want to write but have no desire to
- didn't get to see the pyramids, but came to peace with the fact that they've been there for at least a few thousand years, and will likely be there when I return...
In the week since I have been here, I
- caught a bad cold that was probably not as bad as it seemed, but seemed to conveniently match my mood since returning
- finally received my delayed luggage--though, truth be told, I was low-key hoping I would never have to see it again (i.e. deal with more clothes than I already have)
- have felt more compelled than ever to regularly write, and perhaps return to the blog world
- thought about all of the ways I can get back out of this city
- come to terms with the reality that Toronto isn't all that bad after all, and I should probably work on changing my perspective
So let's give this thing another try, shall we?
