Your landlord shows up at your door unannounced at 11:55 PM…and you’re cool with that because, hey, you weren’t planning on going to bed for a few more hours, anyway.
You tell time by the call to prayer.
You judge the seasons by whatever creepy crawlies are taking over your apartment. Or by what fruit is for sale.
It’s 30°C (86°F) outside and you wish you had remembered to bring a jacket.
The weather forecast is always the same—it’s been 40°C (104°F) for weeks now.
Your white clothes have all turned varying shades of eggshell, cream, and ivory.
Your clothes dry as fast on the line as they would in the dryer…if you had a dryer.
Cramming ten people into a five-seater is no big deal.
You tell your daughter not to run her hands along the wall because her hands might get dirty.
You know to always sniff the milk before consuming it.
You can walk into traffic without blinking.
You’ve forgotten what door knobs are.
You know it’s a bad air day when you come inside with sand in your teeth but it’s a good day when you can see the pyramids.
The metro never seems crowded anymore.
You are a pro at cutting in line and you don’t feel bad about it because you know that line is not really a line.
I’m sure there are other things that I’m missing…if you have any suggestions go ahead and leave them. I’m signing off for now. See you in another world.