My Wittle Baby Blog

I moved to Reno, NV in August of 2001. This month marks my sixth year as a resident of the Biggest Little City in the World. I moved here when my (now) husband asked me to leave my quaint little home town (maybe you've heard of it: Las Vegas?) to live with him while he finished his degree at UNR. Here's a short summary of the past six years:

Year One: "As soon as you finish your degree, we are leaving this podunk town and moving back to Las Vegas."

Year Two: "Reno doesn't have the great shopping and restaurants that Vegas has, but at least my morning commute is short."

Year Three: "The commute is short and it's not as hot. Might as well buy a house."

Year Four: "Wow. Shopping and dining options have really improved here. This isn't so bad. I've almost finished my degree, too. Might as well stick around for a while."

Year Five: "Excellent! I'm a college grad, I'm engaged, and I just landed a job at a great firm. Life in Reno is good."

Year Six: "Reno is the greatest place on earth. How dare anyone suggest I move back to that hell-hole in the bottomless pit of this state?"

So here I am, loving my adopted home town so much I want to shout it from the rooftops. But I realized that I spent my first few years here ignoring the possibilities this town has to offer. The more I do, the more I realize there is to do. So I dedicate this blog to exploring the possibilities Reno has to offer (outside of gambling, er - "gaming" and close proximity to legalized prostitution).