Big Expectations. Little Disappointment.

“I won’t do it! There is no way a Vegas kid, who grew up going to UNLV basketball games, could be part of the Wolfpack!” Those were the words I shouted at my father, in the summer before my senior year of high school, when he insisted that I tour the University of Nevada, Reno. Little did I know that the tour, that I was so dead-set against, would end up changing my life. 
I was born in Carson City, Nevada in 1994. By the age of 5, I had moved 3 times, finally settling in Las Vegas. As previously stated, I spent most of my life—13 years—growing up in Vegas, going to UNLV events that taught UNR was the enemy, and subsequently, that Reno wasn’t much of a town, especially when compared to the glitz and glamor of Las Vegas. But this all began changing the day I took that tour. 
Despite Carson City being my birth place, I’d rarely visited northern Nevada during my childhood. It was a foreign land to me. From the moment my plane touched down at the Reno/Tahoe airport, my Vegas-oriented views started falling flat on the floor. I was immediately enthused about the local weather. It wasn’t the fiery oven I’d grown up in. It was comfortable, in summer! On the car ride to the university I began to notice the environment. There were real trees here, and not fake palm trees planted by developers, but real trees, like from nature! 
The love-fest only continued when I got to the university. I took that tour. I fell in love with the school. The perfect mix of old and new. The perfect balance of a big urban town and of a small college one. After one hour of being shown around campus, I was hooked. Though I didn’t immediately express it to my parents, deep down, I knew that this was where I was meant to be.
And so here I am with 6 weeks left in the second semester of my freshman year of college. After living here for about 6 months I am pleased to say that I not only love UNR, but also the town that encompasses it! Reno has been an amazing place to live. This last winter, I experienced real snow, the kind that doesn’t simply occur every 3-5 years and then melt away by the following day, No, this was real snow. I love that I can catch a Reno Aces’ game one minute, and be in Tahoe the next. I love that nothing here ever seem out of reach.
When I came to RenoI had some big expectations, and I am happy to say there has been little disappointment. I am proud to call the biggest little city in the world, Reno, my new home for now, and hopefully the future!

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