the hardest part of buying a house so far.

and so it begins.

this weekend, i did one of the scariest things of my life so far, and that was to give notice to my crazy landlord. he's crazy in a great sense- and in a crazy sense. great crazy in that he's an old hippie with a gray 'fro, belongs to the national board of potatoes and sings with his girlfriend in a bulgarian band around town. crazy crazy in that he expects me to landscape his yard, keep his house perfect and has weird, weird ideas about professionalism in working relationships. i don't think i can explain his crazy crazy to you, because it's that crazy.

that said, i've been nervous to give him the notice- i didn't want to him to get mad at me for bailing on him, i didn't want to have to negotiate my security deposit and i didn't want to potentially fight about silly things. i also didn't want to give notice and then have my loan fall through or something, and have to ask to stay.

great news: life is always so much better than i think it's going to be! i knew in my head it would be ok, but i can't lie: when i saw his name pop up on the caller id after i emailed him our notice, i literally got sick in my stomach and almost puked. however, i self-talked my way into calmness, and it turned out to be fine.

not only is he ok with us moving, he's glad it's for a house and supports the idea that i'm buying one. that made me feel good. he also didn't mention the dog pee stains on the front grass, and said the inside of the house looks great.

i'm in the clear. closing date, here i come!