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.)