In our household’s breakfast routine, I always looked forward to my bowl of Wheaties. My dad loved Raisin Bran, my sister enjoyed Grape Nuts—which I thought tasted like glue—and my mom stuck to her usual morning routine: a gallon of coffee and plenty of cigarettes. She puffed Raleigh cigarettes passionately and often collected their coupons to redeem for small, inexpensive items.
I have searched several groceries near me and there isn’t a box of Wheaties to be found. There are dozens of boxes of cereals loaded with sugar, which is not good for anyone’s health. As for the cigarettes, I think they are something like $8.00 a pack on average. Fortunately, that’s one vice that never appealed to me.
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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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