I signed the lease at my new place last night. Celebrated by going for a walk in my new neighbourhood, down Glen Stewart Ravine, towards Queen Street East. I found a coffee shop that seems to specialize in quiche. I ordered the mushroom version. Possibly my first taste of quiche ever.
I spent the earlier part of the day preparing an ad on kijiji for my current address. Tidied up, took photos, wrote a blurb, and sent it up. If someone takes the place before the end of the month, I won’t owe Frank any rent come July 1.
In between, I worked the phone, lining up meetings with potential clients. Made significant progress with a few. One kept me on the phone for several minutes, pointing me in the direction of several leads I should chase down. She thinks I’ll do well because on one in Toronto is doing what I can do with photographs in 3D space.
I registered to attend an event planners’ conference that’s taking place today and tomorrow. Free of charge, with some limitations. I won’t be able to attend any of the keynotes, and I’ll only be able to work the room for a brief period of time. Not a big problem as far as I’m concerned. I plan to simply hang out and fall into conversations with whomever might be in the area.
On my way home from the coffee shop last night, Frank called. He said someone already put a deposit down on my place. I even had a chance to meet her – pass the torch in a way. I was never worried about the place being vacant for very long. Anyone who’s ever visited me loved the space. I’m really going to miss it, but I’m moving on to something even better.
I signed the lease for one year. If things look as bright as my clients seem to think they will be for me, I may be in a position to buy my own place in 12 month’s time. Wouldn’t that be something?