April 2018, we arrived in Tacoma.
When you're older, things have less importance. We've lived in apartments in three states for two decades and it frees you not to own a home. We had everything we owned in five pieces of luggage.
Since we were in our Seventies, we simplified our life by selling our car and TV and we grabbed a Greyhound bus for Tacoma WA.
We thought a new state might be better for us and we'd never been to Washington State.
June 2018, after waiting for several weeks for an extensive credit check which we did not pass, we faced the fact that lovely as the promised apartment would have been, Tacoma, Washington was not for us.
