Doctors baffled as guy walks into new house

The home-building is moving along at exactly the pace my real estate friend said it would. That means slower than I hoped but about what I expected.

Perhaps, though, this will give me time to temper my beliefs about this new house will change my life and make everything wonderful.

I am pretty sure the house will not cure my Friedreich's ataxia, and what would be the sense of that since it will have all those accessibility features.

But other than that, I have life-changing expectations.

I'll become the host of parties, and friends will stop by all the time. I will play Wii with my nephew all night. Claren the wonder dog will find canine friend nearby. Mom will still make me muffins because, let's face it, Mom's cooking vs. my sister's ... (HEE! Just a joke.) I will become a social butterfly.

I have a problem with expecting changes in locale to solve my problems. My second counselor put me on meds because I became depressed when moving back to Northern Virginia didn't make everything better.

I was so sure it would, never mind that I was also using a wheelchair full time for the first time.

I was so sure I'd make friends and go out. I guess I slowly made friends, but when you don't drive and can't get into a lot of houses, well, you don't get out as often as you'd like.

I started seeing my third counselor after I moved into my own condo, and that also did not free me, at least not like I hoped.

The house will be done in summer sometime. I have until then to lower my expectations; maybe just count on the all-night Wii marathon.