Got started on house hunting. Finally. The 1st few houses can be depressing and confusing, but having a friend come along helps in the absence of a husband type person to bounce ideas off.
The Penguin accompanied me on Saturday and got me out of the dingy disaster that was termed a 2BHK before one could say "Shazaamm" (or before I could burst into tears).
But it has started. Which means it has to end. And well, at that.
Don't ask me. I find it tough to explain this weird optimism myself. Touch wood.