The first newspaper headline I saw this morning tells me a person drove from Las Vegas to New York City over the weekend. Last evening, he double-parked his vehicle in front of a well-known city skyscraper, entered the building, and killed 4 people and himself, using a legal assault-style rifle.
What in the world compels someone to do that? What possible reason propels a man to deliberately kill people he doesn’t know, perhaps in a fit of rage? What was he thinking as he drove hundreds of miles to the office building with that one horrible plan in mind? We’ll never know.
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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Are we there yet? 