What of Missing Egypt?
Longing for What’s No Longer Yours
After spending three years in my last apartment, I moved this past weekend. I spent the last few weeks in my old place excitedly daydreaming and planning. Planning on switching out fixtures, on simplifying my furniture, and streamlining my future orders.
Yet there were several factors I didn’t plan for like the different kind of quiet a new space offers. These cross streets speaking differently than my last. I didn’t plan on the sound of neighbors walking, moving furniture, and evidently never going to work, on the floor above…