My parents visited for 10 days after which I flew back to Egypt with them to spend the rest of the holidays. It was fun having them around in my own space with my own rules it was quite an experience that made me appreciate my independence and realize how far I’ve made it.Back to Egypt after less than two months from my last disconcerting visit I was more distressed than ever, whenever I feel that I’ve closed this page of my life, a trip to Egypt is all what is needed to prove me wrong.
Perhaps one day?!
On the way back I met this lady; we were on the same bus to the airport but never actually exchanged any real talk. When we got off I noticed that her bag is much heavier than mine so I offered to help and it was not for long before we figured that we were heading to the same destination on the same flight so it was pretty convenient for us to use each other’s company to spend the time. She was a young woman, very energetic and too liberal, compared to woman of her nationality. We discussed politics, religion, relationships, work and life.
The intriguing factor about airport hookups is that both parties know they have limited time to get to know the other. It’s like a crash course in a particular human being beliefs, personality and preferences, it’s like a small life in which you have to meet someone, get to know him/ her, go for coffee, share a meal, and go through some hectic and rough times before you part ways, all within couple of hours. In addition and as an added bonus, being busy getting to know your new temp-partner, helps your mind off the famous airport blues, this addictive blues that only “professional expatriates” are familiar with, the blues that whispers in your ears all the reasons you need to skip your flight and head back home and yet the whisper is not just loud enough for you to miss the final call for your flight, so you just board your flight pushed by the hope of a clearer future than the blurry past you left behind, and by the anticipation that you might just find new memories to speak of without your eyes glittering in grief of what has been... and of what should have been....
I think I’ve become addicted to the airport blues and I don’t think I am willing to settle down and go through rehabilitation just yet...
Expat’s chemistry again?!!! Perhaps.
