The Yodle office was 1.8 miles from the apartment.
I mapped it before the interview. Google said the walk would take about thirty to thirty-five minutes. That sounded good to me.
“In the fall I might even decide to walk to work sometimes,” I wrote. “On a pretty day that is a nice eye opener in the morning :)”
I did not have the job. I was already measuring the commute.
The company looked interesting enough that I had started sending the research to people close to me. Yodle had raised a $10 million round in January and was growing quickly in local online advertising. I found the simplest article I could and forwarded it with a note that it was all good news.
Then I kept digging. The investors, directors, market size, customer count, and revenue estimates all went into another message. Some of what I found was fact and some was startup speculation, but I liked the direction.
The office location made the opportunity feel less theoretical. The route started in the East Village, crossed toward Flatiron, and ended close enough that a subway delay would not control the morning.
I could already picture the ordinary version of the move. That mattered after months of job applications, recruiter calls, airport runs, canceled flights, and technical screens.
New York was still a job search, a borrowed schedule, and a growing pile of flights from Denver. The map turned it into an ordinary weekday.
Apartment. Walk. Office. Work. Walk home.
The interview was two days away.