I bought a truck. Trained one helper. Read every moving review I could find—what people loved, what they hated. Studied what made moving companies terrible—and what made them trustworthy.
Took everything I’d learned from the military, from school, from life—and built something better.
I didn’t want to be a mover. I wanted to set a new standard.
I was doing three moves a day sometimes. Wrapping, lifting, organizing, driving.
Working toward my degree in Business, then my master’s in Finance.
Still in the reserves. Still showing up every day to prove that this job could be done right.
My first move? I was nervous. But I knew one thing—I wasn’t going to play games with people’s time or money.