To do:

These are things I'd like to think about and have a clear idea of in my head before starting a business plan for the food cart:

What I want to get out of it

What I want others to get out of it

Where I'd like it to be in 2 years, 5 years

Where I'D like to be in 2 years, 5 years

Basic design theory I'd like to suscribe to... homey, modern, edgy, funny, macabre

Color palate

Music 

Location

Type of cart - Truck, fixed in place, small, large, medium

Amount I'm actually willing to put into this

Do I have the personality and discipline to start something like this and actually finish it. 

Do I WANT to start and finish this


More to come... 

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