On Monday, Mother gave me more instructions than before about the house.  There's supposed to be a call, but I have yet to receive one.  I'm still actually freaked out by all this.  On the one hand, I want to live in this house, and these instructions are a step in that direction.  On the other, I am scared as to the responsibilities that entails.  Above all, I am paranoid about stability.  A house changing hands always invites problems.  I don't know what they are, but I know that there wouldn't be any issues at all if it wasn't being passed along.

But it's happening.  It's inevitable.  And I'm scared that somehow it'll get screwed up, and it'll be my fault.