Uncertainty

I keep trying to come up with something interesting to put on here about cleaning out and finishing the basement, but everything I write turns into a snoozefest. Maybe I don't really care to remember the day we cleaned out the basement. Maybe writing about it seems to be too big of a job, much like the job itself. Getting that room finished seems really overwhelming from where I am currently sitting. Not that I am going to be doing the actual work-I am leaving that to the professionals, semi-professionals, and wishful thinker-professionals in my life. But I (and Dan too, if he cares to) have to make all the really big decisions, like where to put the lights and stuff. And do we want a kitchen down there? A fireplace? A sump pump? My brain can't really process all of those things. I just want somebody to come and turn it into the room I want, even though I don't yet know what that is. I would know it though, if I could only see it....time to hit the internet for some ideas, I guess.

On a related note, Audrey is becoming good friends with a really sweet girl from  her class, with a really nice family, who just happens to live across the street from a house that we looked at last winter and REALLY liked.  This house had a gorgeous, fully finished basement, right down to the trim in the storage room.  We wound up not buying it because it was kind of on the small side, and lacked an upstairs family room.  But now, knowing the girl across the street, and thinking about that basement, that house is haunting my dreams.
Why oh why do I torture myself like this?  Why can't we just have everything we want?