I had grown up with a majestic view of the Sierra Nevadas. A stark contrast to the ugly, dry, barren mountains to the east. But that day, my view had changed. Ethereal clouds cast themselves onto the rolling dirt. What once seemed dead blossomed with subtleties. And the sky. The sky was endless. The universe was blue. The eastern view offered an ocean of thought, possibility, inspiration, a muse. It was the first time I loved anything Reno.
I change my name to Skye. It represented where I was from and where I was going.
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Above text excerpt from GrassRoots by Skye Snyder.
There is a moment during our getaways when Joshua and I vow to live like tourists in our own town. See the streets and attractions from a fresh perspective. Adventure on new trails, find new food delights and fall in love with Reno, again.
How do you fall in love with your town?
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I'm going to try to fall in love with Reno when I come to visit. I never liked it when I lived there for 8 years. But, I find myself missing the sky, and the desert, and the lack of weird bugs. Yes, I know there are bugs in the desert, but there always seems to be more up here...
ReplyDeleteIn Seattle and Scotland--the sky feels lower. Guess grey is heavy. Lack of weird bugs! hallelujah!
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