Finding this souvenir in the airport gift shop today reminded me of the first time I was in San Francisco. Most people say they left their heart here, but in May 2015, I found my heart in Clearlake Oaks, and started this blog.

This is my third time flying back from San Francisco in just five months. I still got my heart—and it’s stronger than ever.

The journey has been amazing and transformational. But it hasn’t stopped. I returned in August and again in September. It’s October and I’m flying back home to Hawaii. It’ll be a while before I return back to San Francisco, but I’m excited about my new adventures.

When I put my heart in it, I’ve learned that it can take me anywhere. When I listen to my soul, my heart is filled with absolute joy. My heart believes in love and love believes in me.