Much to my surprise, Sting had done much thinking about this.
He gave me his plan.
Most of the plan was me doing things, making things happen and doing the leg work. Made sense to me.
The plan was to find a place when I was down in March and buy it. The plan was to spend less than $100,000 on a place (including all furnishings we would need to live in it).
As we talked I got more and more excited.
We had been going to Florida lately - him to his mom's, me to my folk's. We were not together for any of those trips. We were apart for 8 weeks this winter. I lived in my father's computer room, he in his mom's guest room.
My job: Find us a house.