All my life, I have been a wannabe nomad.
Technically, I am not a nomad---I have moved and traveled because of opportunities rather than from necessity.
But I love the idea of wandering, never being rooted to a specific place. I'm the pretentious cosmopolitan who, when asked, "Where are you from?" will answer, "It's complicated."
For the past few months, Cairo was my post-grad plan. I wanted to apply to a job there and immerse myself with everything it would bring (yes, even Tahrir Square protests).
Two weeks ago, I decided that as cool as Cairo was, I wasn't ready for it to steal my heart away. To be a post-grad newbie and live in a foreign country where you don't know how the game works is double trouble.
So I'm staying in New York, bitches.
Whenever I feel the teensiest regret for my decision, I remind myself of all the amazing things it means to be in the heart of this city.
