Egyptian Life (Recap)

Sunset on Nile River from felluca
Luxor, Egypt

Saturday morning:

Claire to Me: "Do you realize how much of our existence in this apartment is ridiculous?"
Quick Backstory: A 6 inch bumble bee had invaded our apartment. The Egyptian Mau cat we adopted had been sneezing incessant due to her cold. And we'd been fighting with our landlord about getting a water heater fixed because it had over rusted, and had been leaking all over the floor.

A toddler's hand sized spider was found over my bed not ten minutes ago. Pathetically, shoe in hand, I begged Katie to kill it. Instead of being calm and collected we stood screaming as the spider landed on my bed and she beat it to death on my sheets. Guess those sheets are getting washed. Whoops.

Fact of the matter is that I wouldn't trade the ridiculous life I have in my apartment for the world. Whether it's trying to figure out who's going to let Claire into the apartment at what time (Her cousin Katie took her key home to America), what exactly is clogging the kitchen sink, or which moron left the tea bag sitting on the coffee table so long that it actually began growing mold on it, I love every second of my apartment life.

I wish that everyone could try it sometime- the hosing down in the shower stall, the attempt to pry open the drain in the bathroom- remembering which someone left the gas knob turned on in the kitchen, and how exactly to light the top of the oven on fire to broil something correctly- And one of these days, when you see the Pyramids of Giza from my balcony as the sun melts at twilight, you'll realize what makes the apartment I live in worth it.

Maybe these experiences cannot find their way onto a resume. But between the fish stench emanating from a drainage pipe, the constant fixing of the toilet, the running and grabbing of the Raid can, and raised hand and silent smiled greeting to our door man, living in Metro Towers has taught me more than I can begin to imagine.