One thing that I love and hate about living outside the country of my birth, youth, and upbringing is that I'm constantly aware of it.
I love this because it is illuminating. It gives me an awareness of my ideas, assumptions, my expectations and allows me space to examine them in a context in which they do not fit.
I hate it because so often, my ideas, assumptions, and expectation don't fit. I'm a misfit.
It's a goldmine, right? Brilliant! Hardwood doors, looks like craftsman era, not in the best shape but definitely a DIY dream come true! I even have a car that's good for hauling stuff like this, and I could so totally drive right over and load it up and take it back to my place and do something amazing with it!
What would I do with these fabulous doors?
Do you really have to ask? Why, just about anything, actually. The possibilities are endless.
But that's me thinking like an American. Even as it was happening I knew it. And so I left that garbage right where it was. Because that was the Lebanese thing to do.