Today,
we broke the news to our landlord that we would not be renewing our
lease.
That's as official as it gets, I guess. And when he asked why,
it was a lot easier to answer than I thought it would be.
"Basically, I cannot do this by myself anymore."
I'm
surprised at how eagerly I have embraced this…this dissolution of the
thing I thought I wanted more than anything else in the world. Mr.
Landlord started making noises to the effect of giving us a
month-to-month lease if we haven't sold the business by the time the
lease is up.
"Absolutely
not," I shot back, almost before the words had finished leaving his
lips. "As of June 30, I'm done. Period. I'd be done as of today if I
could."
We
spoke to an agent last night…who basically told us we'd be lucky if we
could GIVE away a business in this economic climate. Oddly enough, that
didn't bother me. I knew there was a strong possibility that we would
end up locking the doors and liquidating rather than turning the keys
over to a new owner. In some ways, that is a far more attractive option
to me than having to possibly train my replacement. For many
reasons—some emotional, some practical—it will be a lot easier to just
brush the dust from my hands and ride off into the sunset.
So,
yeah…I'm counting the days. In fact, I realized today that it may be a
much shorter time than I thought. I was thinking in terms of June
30—the day our lease is up—being my last day of work. Then I realized
we will probably be closing the doors more like May 31—since we will
only be responsible for paying June's rent, and that money comes out of
May's proceeds.
Six months, then. Six months and twenty days, to be precise.
Yeah. I'm all over that.
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