There’s something that I have learned very recently (about 11 months ago): Looking for a new place to live is a blessing.

It reminds us of the impermanence of life. 

It reminds me that, in the most real sense possible, I don’t really have a home here (not yet, at least). No place will ever give me rest – true rest – rest for my soul.

Transience is life.

Today I spent over an hour driving the streets of Saint Charles, looking for apartments for rent. The booty: three places. That’s it. I drove every street in the area where we want to move to, I called all three places, and left three voice messages.

Today I find myself in an interesting situation: Time is short to find a new place. Prospects in our desired location are slim. So now what? Ah! The answer is so simple…

Don’t worry. 


I’ll let you know how I do, continuing to relish existence in the void of not knowing where I’ll be living in six weeks. Update coming soon…