A new lease

So, I guess it's official: we are moving! For a moment I didn't think it would happen. The owner of the property turned out to be pretty serious about her business, calling left and right about us. I figured it would be enough for her to get credit references for both of us (those are automatic here in the US), salary and employment information, and the recommendations of C's last two landlords here. Especially, considering the fact that I am property owner myself, and we do put down $3000 as deposit. But no, she visibly wanted to know all about our lifes, so she's been spending the last few days calling up people and contacts we put down on our application, including C´s boss and my supervisor. She even called my office and left a message for my colleagues asking them to call her back to talk about me. Not much to my surprise my office mates decided to ignore her plea and just shook their heads. When she insisted that both C and I give her phone numbers for two of our latest employers up in Iceland, in order for her to call them up, C started trembling a bit at the thought of her always being that neurotic. I mean, we are going to be neighbours for the next few years and months ...

Finally, all her check-ups completed and last night we met to sign the contract. To my amazement, it took us a whole three and a half hours to go over the contract. (Yeah, like I was telling you, she is no ordinary landlady ...) I never saw a lease like that in my life. We didn't get our own copy yet, but it will probably be a matter of study for me for a few weeks. I didn't even understand all the legal jargon in it and had to refer to C for help every once in a while. But, it's done now, and we will be the proud renters of that little house pretty soon ...