I was born in San Francisco, but I only lived there for a few weeks. I was adopted by a wonderful family and grew up in the hills on the other side of the bay. I probably looked at that city dozens of times every single day of my life growing up. I still miss it every single day. I had adventures there that I can’t even talk about on this blog. I learned about music and history and the arts and culture in its museums and theatres. I learned about life on its streets.

I had my first kiss with a view of the city lights sparkling in the distance for a backdrop. I became who I am now because of its presence in my life. I still go back as often as I can, and it still feels like home to me.