Buying a house was hard enough in one small town.  Now I'm back in Edmonton, Puffin is in Bristol, and we're trying to sort through all the next steps while dealing with the experts in Sydney.  If I don't get mortgage, insurance, and inspection settled by Wednesday, I'll have to add another city: Saskatoon, or rather a cabin somewhere south of it, which is where I'm "retreating" for the first half of July.

At this distance, I'm having difficulty figuring out what information requires decision-making, and what simply needs to be rubber-stamped.  The costs are thoroughly blurred together by now.  I knew confidently from my face-to-face meeting with Zombie Lawyer Guy that we weren't compatible; now, when presented with abstract rates and totals via email and the phone, I lose that confidence, and find myself grasping at straws in all directions at once.  And I don't even need any straws.  I just need a house.