The very first week after leaving school, I attacked the life of being a full time employee. Thirteen years and thirty or so thousand hours later, I look back at the years of waking up at five in the morning, taking a power breakfast of a cup of coffee that I drink on the bus so I can get to work by eight o’clock. I smile at the surprising tediousness of picking a power outfit that is fashionable at the same time comfortable for work. I feel weary just thinking about the morning commute. Then, I smile at the round of “hellos” during the early morning huddle before we tackle the day’s work. I clap to myself as I recall how we met target upon target upon target. My heart leaps with joy as I remember my very first bonus and how I spent it. I remember every time I feel honored to be working with such great people, professionals who are really good at what they do and are proud of it. These are what I will be leaving behind if I choose to join the world of work-from-home professionals.