The San Rafael outpost of Groundfloor is a clean, well-lighted place and then some. I come often. Pablo, my dog, sometimes joins.
The coffee machine can do many things. Lattes. Cappuccinos. The rest. Black is enough for me. Strong. Simple.
It’s quiet, but not empty. The hum of others working, softly talking, is a companion—not a distraction.
There’s a calendar of events: walks, talks, writing nights, yoga, new-member hours, dinners, creative meetups. You can move from work into laughter without leaving the space.
The app echoes the calendar. It nudges you into things without pushing. It reminds you there is always a next thing to connect around.
Here, you work alone—but not lonely. You sit in quiet—and step into company. You drink coffee—and sometimes wine. You write—and sometimes join a book club, a run, or a gathering of new faces.
This is how work was meant to be: rooted, open, full of potential.