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It's Been SIX Months?!

Taking a quick break from my YOU Challenge.  Don't worry, it'll be back tomorrow!  ;-)



Today is sort of a weird one because it was six months ago tonight that we lost our shop.  I have those feelings of, "it feels like only yesterday" while at the same time thinking, "we're a world away from that night".  

Sometimes, it feels downright silly to be a little emotional about a place.  But I don't mind being silly and anyone who knows me knows I can be a bit emotional.  The memories of what I jokingly call Peachtree Bikes Buckhead Version 1.0 are bittersweet.  They only occasionally come flooding back when I hear a song that always played on our XM radio or see an old familiar face that's popping in to "check out the place".  I miss the old space and things are different, but I hear change is good. :-)

Those emotions aren't as raw as they were six months ago and we've come so far.  I jokingly feel like I can't really remember much between December 4th (the fire) and March 24 (our grand re-opening).  It's all a blur.  Inventory reports, building, answering questions, trying to explain what happened.  We got it done and we're back!

The last six months have been both really difficult and inspiring at the same time.  I have a new found faith in this industry and the people I'm surrounded by.  I'm proud of my bosses, my co-workers and myself for not throwing in the towel when shit just got too hard.  I have new friends to ride with.  A new retail space to play with.  And I get to see people walk in for the first time who knew what we were and gush over what we are now.  

I think that we won't really be back to some sense of "normalcy" for about another year or so, but we're well on our way, y'all!

I can't thank those of you enough who've said prayers, brought goodies, gave hugs, called, came by, sent a quick message, and just get what this experience has been about.  <3

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