|Your beginning is good, but I would have went with.
I awoke to smell of urine in my nostrils. It came from the rags I gathered the night before. My life has become a series of decisions based on needs and wants. For instance I wanted to sleep on something devoid of rancid piss and other unidentified smells, but I needed to sleep on something. My needs won that round.
I resented my situation. I had a lovely home in the suburbs, wife and kids. Then the blight came, and decimated coffee crops. It was juggernaut, and refused to give up the relentless siege on the black brew.
Sorry if that's stepping on your toes. I just thought it invoked character empathy better