Everything is Relative

You could say that I have a problem with perspective.  Here's what I mean: I make a bigger deal about a paper cut than a surgery.  I am thoroughly revolted by a sprinkle of pee on the toilet seat at a movie theater, but happily squat over a hole in the ground in Morocco.  For me, and maybe even for most people, reactions are situational.  The difference between inconvenience and adventure is attitude.  Catch me at the right moment and I won't care that I have to walk half a mile to a Porta-Potty with no toilet paper.  Catch me at the wrong moment and I'll get teary-eyed because I've run out of coffee creamer.

At times, here, I have felt frustrated and overwhelmed - fair, I think, for someone who has just moved to a foreign country.  But I hope I'm not forgetting that this is also a great adventure, and that sometimes you need to take a deep breath and roll with the punches.  I am, after all, in a part of the world where pastries (and wine!) are readily available for no more than a couple dollars.  I have electricity, fresh fruits and veggies, water that flows warm and with plenty of pressure.  I'm not exactly roughing it.