one door closes, another one opens.
There's something to a building. Four walls can contain and define so much about an organization, from how it feels when you first walk through the door to hilarious behind-the-scenes stories from the people who work there.
In our case, the four walls couldn't contain us as we spread throughout the Volker neighborhood (energetically speaking). While our physical goods were stationed inside, for three beautiful years 39th street quickly and warmly welcomed us, embraced us, supported us, loved us.
Even though we officially vacated our inaugural location, even though we took down our sign and our lights, even though our window displays are now only memories, it still doesn't feel entirely real. We won't be able to stroll down to Mud Pie for a quick plant-based pick me up before or mid shift. We won't be able to order a round of bubble teas from Dragonfly. We won't be able to snag some gorgeous incense from White Light to make the store smell extra cozy and welcoming.
We feel sad when we think about not seeing our neighborhood regulars as often. Do people walk their dogs around the Crossroads as much? Will we have as many pups pushing the door open for sneaky treats?
To move forward without reflecting on where we've been lacks the mindfulness that we incorporate so heavily in our culture.
To say that we are thankful for the Volker/39th Street community doesn't do it justice. You welcomed us with open arms. You eagerly joined our cause to advocate for children and pets. You brought us your dogs, young and old, for cuddles and snacks. You donated to us. You shared with us. You connected with us.
We became a family of sorts, and family is forever.
Come September, we'll officially be residents of a new (to us) neighborhood, but you guys will always have a special place in our hearts. You made our dream a reality. Because of you, we are.
We love you. It's not goodbye, just a see you later.