One of the fun things that cities and towns do is zoning. That is where a government decides what sort of things can be built on a piece of land.
For example, Jon's house was in a residential neighborhood. A motel is usually in a commercial district. You don't plop a hotel down surrounded by houses most of the time.
It was this sort of short sightedness when it csame to wishing that got people in trouble.
Jon was really starting to freak out, but he forced himself to not panic. He needed to find the stone, and find out what was going on. If he stayed in his room, everything would stay the same, but he couldn't stay there forever, and whoever was doing this to him...and he knew someone was...This wasn't the way wishes normally worked...they'd change their tactics if he didn't move around.
He started down the stairs, afraid to take the new elevator, watching the stairs widen and turn to metal as he did. He started into his living room, which started to melt away into a hotel lobby, and paused again.
