I hope you are well. I spent my 10 day vacation back home (San Francisco). I walked around the city for 9 hours my first day, until my feet were so sore I was forced to stop. I was flooded with memories on every street, reminded of good times and bad on every block, and I was so happy I didn’t know what to do with myself.
San Francisco will always be home. Every single time I have arrived at SFO, it is as if I finally exhale. Like I have been holding my breath and just biding my time.
The magic of San Francisco is something I can’t really explain. When I moved to the city at 18, I was terribly insecure and unhappy. The city did something to me and I have never been the same since.
One of my favorite things to do in San Francisco is to search for hidden messages, new (and old) murals, ridiculous sidewalk art & inspiration.
I particularly love “heart art” (as my good friend Taya calls it). I fell in love for the first time in San Francisco and it’s as if I can’t help but notice love everywhere now.
I can’t wait to go back.