En Route to Cairo

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:

point and shoota toast