Growing up, I always looked forward to the Fourth of July fireworks at Marina Green in San Francisco. It’s funny how, most years, dense fog would hide the spectacular show, so we could only hear the loud booms and catch a glimpse of faint colors in the sky.
It was a little disappointing, but it became a part of our tradition. Visitors to San Francisco during summer might not realize how surprisingly chilly it can get. Many arrive dressed in warm-weather clothes, only to find themselves reaching for sweaters and sweatshirts soon after.
Mark Twain captured this perfectly when he said, “The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.” I completely understand what you mean, Mark.
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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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