When I came to Reno in the summer of 2002, the farthest I had ever moved was down the hall of our family home. I was raised in Eureka, Nevada, smack dab in the center of the state on Highway 50; Big land. Small population.
I don’t know what scared me more: roundabouts and freeways or becoming unknown. Come to find out, Reno really is the biggest little city. Some of my closest friends are people from neighboring towns. I felt right at home, and still do. Attending UNR was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made because it allowed me to grow and stay grounded…while simultaneously falling in love with the city itself.
The beauty of Northern Nevada is unmistakeable and recognizable, but the heart of this area is truly what keeps it real. I was afraid of getting lost in the shuffle; I was afraid of becoming another name in the phonebook. Reno is a big space, but has little intentions of being a town full of strangers. Your name and your face have a place in Reno…just like a small town.