I often seem to have no sense of time. Days and weeks pass, and it amazes me when I realize how much time has actually gone by. I was once in Southern California, meeting a friend for dinner. When we were discussing where to go, I mentioned a favorite place and how much I enjoyed it. My friend said, “Hey, that place has been closed for years.” To me, it seemed I’d been there just weeks earlier.
As I was thinking of what to write here, I realized it’s been several months since my last attempt, so I’ll see if I’m able to come up with some new material.
Please stay tuned.
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I’m a dreamer at heart, proudly born and raised in San Francisco—a city that covers just 49 square miles but was heaven on earth for me. Every corner of The City (as we natives affectionately call it) has been a part of my life. No area ever felt too distant. With wide eyes and an open heart, I’ve always welcomed the world around me. I find joy in creativity, wonder, and discovering new possibilities—whether that’s through international work adventures or dreaming up the next exciting idea. Even though San Francisco was my hometown, my passport has taken me to many amazing places and introduced me to wonderful people, shaping me in countless ways. I carry pieces of these experiences and friendships with me wherever I go. Above all, I treasure my family, friends, and those small, meaningful moments that keep my spirit alive and thriving. I never want my curiosity to fade away.
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