Growing up in Truckee, a town whose main source of income was tourism, I developed a superior attitude regarding those people who were second-homers or visitors. Any visitor from the Bay Area or lived at sea level was a ‘flat lander’. I have spent the majority of the last nine years at sea level. I am become a flat lander when I return to visit my family.
I have to adjust my breathing. The winters seem colder. In short, I am what I mocked in my childhood.
Yet I am become myself, as an adult and following my own path.
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