"Bakshish, mister" my new life mantra
As many of you know I have been apartment searching my heart out with AIESEC. We've tried hard, and sadly fallen short.
As of tomorrow morning:
I am officially a vagabond.
That's right. I have no home.
What it comes down to is I can't afford put a deposit down and first months rent on a 3-bedroom apartment without 2 roommates, no matter what district of Cairo I chose to live in. (that's right, I'm probably going to have to give up on the dream of staying downtown)
Who cares really, its all semantics. Despite my and AIESEC's best efforts I will spend a little time sleeping in people's spare bedrooms, getting ready in their bathrooms, using their hair spray, eating their ice cream when I think they can't tell.
In the end, there aren't any really good options for me at the moment with housing. I can wait and hope for a sublet to come up, or I can sit tight and wait for the new AIESEC trainees to arrive. Either way, I have to be out of one place tomorrow, and I have no permanent home yet.
(Even this horse has a home. Sadly, there is no room at the inn for Megan, and this stable is a little far from work for me to roll like Jesus.)
Luckily, I know some amazing people here, who have offered an empty half of a bed for as long as I need, and more excitingly, complete strangers saying I can stay in their spare rooms, and friends risking hellish Egyptian mother-in-lawesque landlord screaming matches in order to put me up in their extra room.
Thanks all of you, I appreciate it. And I will promise not to leave my underwear on the bathroom floor more than twice a week.
As of tomorrow morning:
I am officially a vagabond.
That's right. I have no home.
What it comes down to is I can't afford put a deposit down and first months rent on a 3-bedroom apartment without 2 roommates, no matter what district of Cairo I chose to live in. (that's right, I'm probably going to have to give up on the dream of staying downtown)
Who cares really, its all semantics. Despite my and AIESEC's best efforts I will spend a little time sleeping in people's spare bedrooms, getting ready in their bathrooms, using their hair spray, eating their ice cream when I think they can't tell.
In the end, there aren't any really good options for me at the moment with housing. I can wait and hope for a sublet to come up, or I can sit tight and wait for the new AIESEC trainees to arrive. Either way, I have to be out of one place tomorrow, and I have no permanent home yet.
(Even this horse has a home. Sadly, there is no room at the inn for Megan, and this stable is a little far from work for me to roll like Jesus.)
Luckily, I know some amazing people here, who have offered an empty half of a bed for as long as I need, and more excitingly, complete strangers saying I can stay in their spare rooms, and friends risking hellish Egyptian mother-in-lawesque landlord screaming matches in order to put me up in their extra room.
Thanks all of you, I appreciate it. And I will promise not to leave my underwear on the bathroom floor more than twice a week.
3 Comments:
1. Having had Megan as a pseudo roommate for a year I can say the last sentence was a lie. But you should let her live with you anyways. Because everyone should at some time live with a person who considers Nachos to be an acceptable weight loss diet.
2. Jesus was only born in a manger. He didn't live there. Clearly having Christmas decorations up for 7 months straight has slanted your view of Christianity.
like i said this morning, all i need is a place to hang my lady-skins and a discrete housemate who doesnt draw attention to my strange collection of tiny shoes....
I'll be there in two weeks.
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