This morning I finally decided to give some shoes away. I’ve been putting it off for years because apparently my closet doubles as an archive, and I’m its least decisive historian. Every time I look inside, I see ancient shoes.
They have taken me on every kind of journey. I bought this pair decades ago in a shopping mall in Santa Monica that is long gone. I remember wearing them on a rainy day in Paris, where I slipped on the wet exit of the Paris Metro and vowed to throw them away as soon as I got home. The shoes, naturally, had other plans.
Clearly, I didn’t. When I think of someone wearing them from where I live, I hope they’re as happy as I was when I wore them—and perhaps more successful at staying upright in the rain. At this point, they deserve a new owner, a new adventure, and possibly a warning label.
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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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