Living in Egypt as a New Yorker with Egyptian roots is... tiring. I don’t feel fully American. I don’t feel fully Egyptian either. I’m not swimming. I’m not sinking. I’m just floating — somewhere in between two worlds. It’s hard to explain this kind of loneliness — being surrounded by people, yet still feeling out of place. But deep down, I know there’s love in both sides of me. I just wish I didn’t feel so torn all the time😔.