Blood and building, end of two eras

The last picture from inside my building - looking out the front door to the road leading away

Nine years ago I moved our company, Friendly Connections, into a build I had leveraged using money from my IRA I'd collected over the years.  A couple of years ago I managed the transition of moving the company into a larger company from which now I'm divesting.  Part of that movement ended up abandoning the building, moving the company out as well as dissolving the company name.  For six years we lived on the other half of the 3600 square foot building so my commute to work was 52 steps.  Life and business was up and down but the building, for about 8 years, contained dozens of people, hundreds and hundreds of customers, dogs, cats, chickens, blood, sweat, and tears, music and laughter and not a little bourbon to ease the tension.  I was able to ride out my front door through the wooded neighborhoods on a 20 mile bike ride that returned me home.  I took the ride five or six days a week.  In many ways being able to ride saved my life and being in that location allowed me to do 100 to 120 miles a week.  

I sat on a couch in front of the building for a month or so in the spring one year recovering from surgery on my pituitary gland, AKA brain surgery.  I had a hip replaced and had all that interior space to learn to walk again.

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