In between New York and Paris there was this whole other wonderful chapter called San Francisco.
Seven years of Victorian flats, palm trees, green parrots and amazingly fresh food.
More significantly, seven years of true love, amazing friendships, and adventures far and near.
Now I’m back for a week of reconnecting, overindulging, reflecting and appreciating.
It’s sunny and warm. Nostalgic and special. Comfortable and divine.
I'm a lucky girl.