The loft finally had a move-in date.
The leasing agent had everything she needed for a studio near 13th and Pearl in Denver. All that remained was generating the lease, sending it over, and getting the signatures in place.
I replied from my phone that the date worked.
Two weeks earlier I had been looking at several small apartments and asking what was available. I was living in Cherry Creek and wanted to change the setup. One listing called the smallest option a "buffet unit," which was a wonderfully strange name for very little space.
The studio at 13th and Pearl was the one that moved into paperwork.
This was not the real-estate part of my life that would come later. I was not buying or renovating anything. I was finding a smaller Denver apartment while working at Beatport, taking consulting jobs at night, and still trying to sell the Audi.
The year had become financially tight. The car had more money in it than buyers wanted to pay. I was asking data centers about night shifts and filling the rest of my hours with Linux work. A new lease was another fixed decision inside that mess.
The email does not prove I completed the February move. It proves the unit was approved far enough for a lease and that I accepted the proposed date. The signed document, move receipt, or first utility bill still needs to be found.
For now, the plan was clear.
Finish the holidays. Sign the lease. Move on February 10.