n Finding a new location for my group has been one of the biggest struggles I’ve faced. I had a space that felt like home, a place where we could meet, plan, and create. Then, out of nowhere, we were denied access. No explanation, no warning—just a locked door and a firm “no.” I stood there, trying to process what had just happened. My group looked at me, waiting for answers I didn’t have. I scrambled to find an alternative, calling every contact I could think of. Each response was the same: unavailable, too expensive, or simply not interested. My frustration grew as each dead-end piled on top of the last. I met with my group, hoping someone had a solution. I brainstormed, threw out ideas, and searched online for places that could work. Nothing felt right. Days turned into weeks, and my group’s patience began to wear thin. I couldn’t blame them—I felt it too. The uncertainty made me restless, wondering if I’d ever find a new space. I drove around town, stopping at buildings...