Day 54: Expectations, indulgence and an attached garage

My mom once told me to never have high expectations. That way you’re more likely to be delighted rather than let down.

Despite the good feelings I had about the Ottawa Hills house the other day, I’m beginning to worry that I got my hopes up for nothing. I had even come to terms with the small backyard. I even had visions of landscaping what little space there was into a cozy oasis perfect for reading on a summer’s morning or drinking wine with friends in the evening. Hammock included. Basically, I am completely over Brooklyn (ok, so completely might be a stretch).

or…

Last night, I slept over at my friend’s house. She needed company and a little help after getting hit by a forklift. A forklift! Can you believe that? It ran her over while she walked through a parking lot. Her arm is in a sling and she’s got a few bumps and bruises, but thank goodness she’s ok. Since her car was still in that parking lot, I got to pull in to her attached garage. I loaded my car up in my socks this morning. Yep, this was an indulgence.

And now I want the Ottawa Hills house that much more. It has an attached two-stall garage; you don’t find many of those where I’m looking. Now it appears I might have competition, and I’m crushed. I had my hopes high, and hope is a form of expectation, right? My mom’s advice proves true again. This house hunt is a freakin’ roller coaster.