Its been over two weeks since I last blogged. Wowza.
I’m sure you all understand why I was away.
It was probably the best vacation I’ve ever had and watching my mom disappear into security was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I got a free bag of tortilla chips from On the Border because I think the waitress saw me crying on and off through dinner.
Our flat is so quiet and empty I almost hate to be there.
I can’t wait to go back to the states.
I’ve got a million stories as always. Someday I’ll get them all typed, but right now I’m still in the funk of the vacation being over.
I made it through 7 months of living in Cairo being able to look forward to my mom coming to visit me and now I’m not sure what I can look forward to in order to make it through each day.
I just keep thinking of home.
I can, also, honestly say that living here is so much harder because I live in Cairo. One doesn’t realize the true cost of constant chaos until you leave and then have to return to it. I was so much more content in the places outside of Cairo that I could, for a moment, enjoy this country and the good things in it. But that all leaves when you come back here to the noise, pollution, and rabid masses of discontented people.
Anyways, I’ll be throwing myself a pity-party for the next couple of weeks I’m sure.
To mom and Maria, I miss you guys oodles and oodles. My teapot is despondent without you Maria.
I miss you guys so much.