Long before smartphones became popular, we relied on incredibly skilled telephone operators. It’s pretty remarkable to think that nearly every city had its own version of this setup. I still fondly remember dialing “o” and hearing the operator kindly ask, “number, please,” or a similar phrase. There was also a special joy in calling just to hear the time of day, which always felt like a little treat. This was another example of cheap entertainment on Vallejo Street. I was pretty lucky my mom missed me dialing away.
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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