I remember the card system so well. When I was a kid, my mom took me to our city library in San Francisco, about 2 blocks away from our house. I loved those trips and, while I was too little to use them, she would look through the cards for what she wanted for me. Flash forward decades to when I saw a card rack in our local church library. It was probably at least 40 years old; when I opened it, I found handwritten entries just like the ones I saw as a kid. What a wonderful flashback.
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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