It’s all too much.  My brain has done way more mental gymnastics than I thought possible.

Even a month later I fail to process all the ups and downs.

We were to close at 3:30PM… or so.
And we barely had a chance to do a walk through at 1:30PM.
Our initial impression was – what have we done?  It’s too small!!!

But what can we do now?  We need a place to live.

So we closed.  And I didn’t cry, though I had to work hard at it. 

On the way back, we picked up the cats from the vet and then we took the kids to see the house.

There were a LOT of tears and concern.  It seemed so small…

(Oh – and just to be sure this was a total Butler experience… Stewart had a job interview, but no dress shoes.  So John let Stewart wear his dress shoes, and he wore Stewart’s sneakers….)