perspective

Every since we moved into our house here in Honduras, the sink hasn’t worked. Apparently it hasn’t worked for a while, but this wasn’t really a big deal. There has been a big green bucket sitting on our counter filled with pila water. We washed our dishes using the green bucket and every time it needed to be re-filled, we walked outside to the pila to get water. Our daily arm workout was the walk back inside the house carrying the bucket filled with water.
This past weekend, we fixed the sink. The mystery to the problem was somehow resolved and now when we turn the knob on the sink, water comes out. For the past two days, this has seemed so out of place to me. The counter looks bare without the green bucket and this working faucet does not seem to fit with the kitchen life I had been accustomed to. In my head, I think, well, it was fine when we had to use the bucket. I almost miss it.

It is fascinating how perspective changes. A working faucet, a luxury I have experienced my entire life, now resembles something foreign and out of place. It makes me think about the different ways we look at the world and its luxuries. A simple faucet completely changed my perspective on what I needed.

And, well, now I just use the green bucket to wash my laundry.