The bad thing about not losing your glasses in a hotel in Estonia is that there’s no story to tell. Just because „and then I found my glasses when I unpacked the suitcase back home“ isn’t as good and slightly melancholy an ending as „and now my glasses are forever lost in a hotel in Estonia“.
The other bad thing is that now once again I’m not forced to go and get new glasses, one of the things I always want to do, but never do mostly because I know it’s going to cost a lot of money („I know it’s going to cost a lot of money“ doesn’t keep me from eating at top-notch restaurants though… my priorities need some serious straightening).

The good thing however is that I have my glasses. And God knows how I ended up cramming them into that suitcase. I guess I was just too tired to be allowed to pack a suitcase.