Panhandle

When I look back at my time in San Francisco, Panhandle Park is what comes to mind first. Most mornings, I’d run through the park before work. Eucalyptus in the air. Cold ocean breeze. It was where I worked through doubt and made small, private bets on myself. I moved to San Francisco because I believed proximity matters, because being around people building things made ambition feel practical. Those runs through the Panhandle are where that belief turned into conviction.