First, the good news:

I had a great time visiting with AlisonH. We met at a lovely coffee shop, enjoyed cocoa and talked for hours. She is one of those people who looks just like her blog picture, only younger.

So there I was, on a friendship high when I trucked back to the hotel. Meeting up with the DH, we went to see our new house.

Guess what? There is a basic difference in communication styles and perspectives between men and women. Guys can see the positive and figure that the rest will work out. Me? When I say that I want a house I can live in for the rest of my life, that is what I mean. A house that is accessible and safe. Not one that is up on top of a hill, with a drive that I can’t manage, with stairways, paths out side and stairs all over the place inside. Not a house that, had I been along on the house hunting trip, would not have been worth getting out of the car.

Back to my knitting. I love him, he is still alive and I am done throwing up.

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2 Responses to Expectations

  1. Coming over from Alison’s blog, to say hi, and good luck with the house hunt!

  2. AlisonH says:

    Oh goodness. Thank you, and it was wonderful visiting with you! A friendship high is exactly the perfect description of how it felt.

    And I’m sorry about the house. I bet it’s lovely, though. I’m remembering my grandmother’s autobiography where she describes being very very specific to Grampa about what their future apartment in DC could be like, after Grampa got elected to the US Senate for the first time.

    What they ended up with was lovely, but it fit none of her specs. They kept the place all 24 years they were in DC, though.

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