It's finally hitting me, in waves of moistening eye ducts, and perhaps amplified by a slight caffeine overdose: this is not just any benign day, I am starting a new chapter in my life.
I'm moving from 4 years of experiencing Cairo, to at least two intense years of living in Geneva as a student.
This is significant because it marks the beginning of something somewhat serious which is true adulthood?
–at least that's the way I see it at the moment, we'll see what life has in store for me.
But then I also think: 'no big deal', 'change is good', 'it's all part of a process', 'I'm moving forward, not moving on'.
Symbolically, this flight from Istanbul to Geneva marks the separation between my time in the developing world v.s. my time in the developed world (although I don't really like those categorizations, and, anyway, Cairo is stagnant –not developing).
On another note, this vacation in Turkey with T was very good. I also enjoyed the last few days we spent in Istanbul with E and her friend J. They were very relaxing, chill. E is really easygoing and fun to talk to and I really liked the mellow vibe given off by J. T needs to keep away from alcohol... :-)
This morning was especially simple and enjoyable. The weather was perfect, our breakfast was nice, beautiful Turkish girls everywhere (wow, I have really been in Cairo for a long time), and I got a cute Turkish girl to show me her tattoo on her side ribs (about 20 cm below the armpit) without even asking :-D
I am now at the airport, a single individual lost in a mass of travelers, lost in my thoughts, careening somewhere between the third and fourth decade of my life, and boy-o-boy do I feel it.
I'm moving from 4 years of experiencing Cairo, to at least two intense years of living in Geneva as a student.
This is significant because it marks the beginning of something somewhat serious which is true adulthood?
–at least that's the way I see it at the moment, we'll see what life has in store for me.
But then I also think: 'no big deal', 'change is good', 'it's all part of a process', 'I'm moving forward, not moving on'.
Symbolically, this flight from Istanbul to Geneva marks the separation between my time in the developing world v.s. my time in the developed world (although I don't really like those categorizations, and, anyway, Cairo is stagnant –not developing).
On another note, this vacation in Turkey with T was very good. I also enjoyed the last few days we spent in Istanbul with E and her friend J. They were very relaxing, chill. E is really easygoing and fun to talk to and I really liked the mellow vibe given off by J. T needs to keep away from alcohol... :-)
This morning was especially simple and enjoyable. The weather was perfect, our breakfast was nice, beautiful Turkish girls everywhere (wow, I have really been in Cairo for a long time), and I got a cute Turkish girl to show me her tattoo on her side ribs (about 20 cm below the armpit) without even asking :-D
I am now at the airport, a single individual lost in a mass of travelers, lost in my thoughts, careening somewhere between the third and fourth decade of my life, and boy-o-boy do I feel it.
