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My mom is from a cattle ranch in western Nebraska. It’s 2 hours from a gas station and 35 miles of dirt road until you get to the highway that takes you to the gas station. She road her horse to a one-room schoolhouse until highschool when her mom moved to a town 4 hours away. 

My dad is from Brooklyn. All over New York really, he grew up during the Great Depression so they moved often. He wore a suit pretty much every day and even on the ranch where he carefully stepped around the cow pies even though they had all frozen. 

Growing up I felt like the representative. The New Jersey cowgirl or the Nebraskan urbanite.

Even though I don’t really get to go back to Nebraska anymore, I still cringe when Cantabrigians scoff at the fly over states. This talk is long but she really gets across reconciling the dissonance that comes when you spend enough time on the other side.

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