When you grow up in Cairo, you learn to respect sterility. In a city where noise, smoke, clutter, dust and a multiplying population are the overwhelming norm, clean-cut minimalism has an almost paranormal appeal. For me, the attraction was more of a necessity. At the age of 18, I was diagnosed with a 'mild' linear OCD (after I stormed out of a NMUN meeting at AUC, projectile vomiting because the "chairs weren't in rows") that, thankfully, only manifests itself from time to time.
So here I am, sitting on top of my glass tower in London, not a paper out of place, not an angle betraying 90 degrees. And what do I miss? A little haphazardness, a little unpredictability. Yes, the grass is always greener.
what you miss is me to clean up after!!
ReplyDeleteHoney, don't tell me you miss Cairo!
ReplyDeleteIt is Madness (capitalizing nouns like they should!) personified.
God, I mean I am a total bohemian chick and everything, but even I think Cairo is a tad too much!
But it is in us humans, we are never free from attachment.
Part of our beauty and misery all at the same time..
peace