It was over. I no longer had a job, didn’t know how I’d get by, but I’d never felt better; my entrepreneurial journey was about to begin.
It was a brisk Wednesday morning in San Francisco. I felt the chill air slap me in the face, letting me know I arrived. I hit the corner and reached my destination: A skyscraper that I called my second home for more than four years. And for the last time.