I’m off and running…
I’m writing this post from Amsterdam’s Schiphol airport after spending a day in this city visiting a friend and taking unexpected naps (particularly during a canal boat tour of the town).
I’m kind of wiped out. I guess I underestimated how much I was getting myself into when I decided to give up my apartment, move everything into storage and jump on a plane to Cairo. But as I sit here on an extended layover, I’m thinking that moving makes me realize a few things:
– Your apartment looks a lot bigger without all that stuff in it.
– Your apartment looks a lot filthier without all that stuff in it.
– Now that all that stuff is gone, you have to ask yourself if you’d really miss it if the truck just headed for Mexico and was never seen again.
I wish I was one of those minimalists. You know the type. Their entire apartment decor is a zen-inspired emptiness, with only a futon and a few pebbles. The kind who only touch a piece of paper once before it’s in a file folder or trash bin. That’s not me. I can’t help it; I was raised by pack rats.
I’ll write more from Cairo, but here are a couple of photos from the going away party, taken by photographer Jeff Moore: