May 9th, 1990
Finally got my hair done (thanks, Trace!) dashed to the dentist, took my car in for a service then met with Mr. Brian at the Halifax, where I filled in about three hundred forms to apply for a mortgage!
Nice evening at home with mum and dad, who seem equally happy that I’m getting ready to start seriously looking for my first house. As much as I’d love to live in France, it’s not feasible at the moment. Maybe next time around!
Time to pack for the desert.