A few little paint spots on the carpet remind me that this move was indeed a family affair.
Home is where the heart is, and the ever-growing office as well.
Yes, the 90s had hit home, both in my daughter's mandate for her own room and the realization that my company had outgrown its founding address - the spare bedroom. As one sage entrepreneur told me years ago, the sign that a home-based business is successful is when it grows out of the bedroom and into the basement. When I first approached my husband with the idea, I received countless reasons why moving the office was impossible. As every wife in America knows, when a husband tells you something can't be done, the wheels begin turning. First, there was the absurd analysis of how many walls needed to be knocked out, land bulldozed, backyard boulders removed, foundation altered, and of course, the inevitable concern about moving phone lines amidst U.S. West's moratorium on fast, friendly service.