With ample funds at my disposal, I thought to quit my boisterous lodgings and set up a home for myself. However, for numerous reasons this was easier said than done. I'd have to procure household wares, and I'd need to bring on an old woman as caretaker. I'd have to be sure that my old woman was trustworthy, that I could go away and leave the house in her care without worry. One day I set out for a walk and, somewhat whimsically, decided to hunt for a house as I went. From Hongōdai I descended to the west, then climbed the hill from Koishikawa toward Denzūin Temple. The area has changed completely since the rail line came through, but back then there was just the earthen wall of the artillery arsenal on the left and empty, uncultivated grassland on the right. I stood in the grass and let my mind wander as I surveyed the opposing bluffs. It's a nice view even today, but the appearance of that west side was quite different then. There was thickly grown verdure as far as the eye could see, and its effect was soothing. I wondered if I might not find some suitable place thereabouts. Without hesitation, I waded through the grass and then headed north up a narrow lane. The area, even today, is still not a proper town. Its houses are ramshackle, and back then they were even more so. I walked the neighborhood, through alleyways and side streets. Finally, I ducked into a corner sweets shop and asked the proprietress if there wasn't some modest house for rent. She inclined her head in thought for a moment, then indicated that nothing came to mind. Accepting that there were no immediate prospects, I made to leave. As I did so, she asked if I would be interested in a boarding house. My thinking changed a bit. I began to see the advantage to this. As a solitary lodger in a quiet boarding house, I'd be spared the troubles of running my own place. I took a seat in the shop and asked the proprietress for details.