2 years ago we moved to San Clemente.  The commute has been a grind at times, 60-90 minutes a day.  In the car.  But, you get used to it.  After many years in the same office location.  It becomes familiar, and mysteriously secure.

Packing up the office yesterday I felt a little fear, fear of change.  We have a good thing going on Foothill Ranch.  Would a move throw us off our groove?

Today, after an 8 minute commute, we opened new doors with a beautiful view sure to spawn new ways of looking at what we do.

Change is good.

(Hard to get a good shot, but we’re about 150 yards from the Dog Park trail network.)