Coming Back to Amr
Trip Start Mar 29, 2005
73Trip End Jul 30, 2006
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I'm beginning to see the end, now. Months, weeks, days, winding down. But I don’t feel "done," or like I’m ready to go in any way. My ears perk up every time I hear of a new opportunity – like a chance to roam Syriaon the cheap with D, or getting paid pennies to teach English in Yemen.
But I’m also realizing that if I make the current “Cairo” period simply episode #203 in my life, I risk marginalizing it and isolating it. It will turn into something I always want to recapture – a story for the end of the bar, that “one thing I did once” – instead of just another thread in the weave of my life.
And that could endanger my future. It will make it to hard to come back here, or anywhere. I might get trapped on the Island that is America.
gypt will always be part of me, who I am. But I refuse to celebrate it or worship it. The day I leave will not be the end of an era. It will just be another day in June.
With possibilities wide, wide open.