Well, I may be wearing my heart on my chest instead of my sleeve, but I’m certainly showing you where my love lies via layered necklaces. I found my California necklace when visiting the fantastically odd craft fair that I mentioned in my holiday post. The fair is such a blast, even if you don’t purchase anything, which is pretty much impossible if you love unique, locally-made jewelry like I do.
This was the first year that I stopped by Unpossible Cuts and chatted with the friendly gentlemen who was manning the booth. I can at least claim that I stopped for selfless reasons- I was on the hunt for a gift for Allyson, and I spotted a Death Star wood-cut necklace. (She, in full BFF ESP, gave me the top necklace in the photo below). But while I was getting ready to check out, I spied my perfect necklace match in its full “I LOVE SAN FRANCISCO SO MUCH” glory. It’s been on heavy rotation ever since.
So, we arrive at my reasoning for my corny post title! Even though it’s a cliche, my heart really is here. A piece of it will always live back in Minnesota, just as pieces of it belong in Colorado Springs, Chicago, and India. It’s so crazy to think about all the places I’ve lived and loved, even though my list is certainly shorter than many. So, it feels fitting that I’ve come full circle back to the place I was born.
Now, to dispel this sappy mood, please sing with me. I left my heaaaaaaart…. in Saaaaaaan Franciiiiiiiiscooooo…