First World Problems

The past four days have been chock full of apartment searching.  It was a weird zone to adjust to, neither familiar nor comfortable.  That is, being whisked around by various realtors, catered to, and offered myriad possibilities that rather exceed our needs.  In the end, we toured over twenty cribs and returned with heads spinning.  The experience reminded me of why I loathe shopping malls and mega-stores.  While it might seem that options and variety are a good thing...  a thing within which the perfect fit must exist...  I feel like it ultimately leads to great indecision.

So many flats, so little time.  That is the first world problem.  In the end, we're lucky and grateful to find a neighborhood that will be a happy and healthy space for two to become three.  Here are a few photos from the hunt.  Captions courtesy of my darlin' J-Duffy, as he prepares to assume the title of Dorky Dad.

Coach K to Groove-a-tron Deck 4 for hyperspeed Funkokinetic Transfusion!

"Dammit!  I sleep-planted a garden full of plants!"

What is this?  A living room for ants?

Come party with us.

Recommended by this guy.

Patricia thinks these are cute beds.

le sigh...

Inside!

Night Walk in Maadi

A few scenes from yesterday's night walk through Maadi, the neighborhood of Cairo we'll be living in.  The evening stroll was DEE-lightful.  So atmospheric; felt like a movie set.  The photo with J's silhouette shows the entrance to a ground floor apartment we really liked.  Highlights from day two of the hunt will be up soon...  and hopefully an update from J!