That's what Mrs. KintlaLake said to me early this morning. She was talking about our search for a place to live.
Our quest has begun in earnest, thanks to circumstances beyond what I might've imagined a few months ago. More important, at least to me, is seeing the re-emergence of the hopeful, purposeful side of the woman I love.
I've decided to let her take the lead on screening candidates, which is too much for me to process right now, and I'll accompany her on follow-up visits. Last night I saw two, one of which has potential.
We're still looking.
Our goal is to move out of this alcohell and into a place of our own by summer's-end. So before we know it we'll be "on the move" -- again.