buying a place...

...is not funny. i just spent an hour talking to my new bank manager about the possibilities of a loan for me to buy a flat. it wasn't as bad as i'd expected (being my age, he was not in any way patronising, kind of nice, actually), but i just feel totally depressed, as if i'd been run over by one of those huge rollers that make roads flat. cos apart from the loan itself, there are all those other expenses to cover that are not taken care of by the loan, such as getting papers written up, extra insurance, etc... which come up to about 5% of the flat itself, which is not a small sum. but then again, if i continue renting, that money's just gonna be wasted...


SO, i'll put a grin on my face regardless. tonight i'm going dancing for the first time in a long, long time, and i'll just wear myself (and my new stress) out. go, go girl!!