I stayed awake all Friday night, tossing and turning on the air mattress that V lent me -- partly because every time I shifted position, the mattress would shift with me, partly because there were no drapes in the windows, and the neighbor across the street had the outside light on, and partly because I was worrying about what I had just done.
Did they really fix the furnace? What if, come November, I go to turn it on, and it doesn't work?
What if something happens and I lose my job?
What if I can't afford to make the mortgage payments (please bear in mind that the fact that I have just plopped down a substantial downpayment on this sucker kind of mutes the worry about not affording the mortgage)?
What if I can't get the stove clean?
Did I pick the right paint colors?
When will I be able to go to a locksmith? What if something happens between now and then?
And then it hit me:
Good or bad, that house is mine now.