And Miss A is right. The airplanes are big. They are high in the sky. They fly over us. Sometimes at night if you look up in our prairie, star filled sky across it you see the lights of an airplane. We are near the state line of North and South Dakota. I suppose it is a direct route for many flights from the west coast to Minneapolis or Detroit. Or maybe they are Fed Ex planes.
I was never aware of the term “fly over state” until I introduced myself from North Dakota while attending the University of Georgia. I earned the nickname Dakota. And many said, “oh you’re a fly over state.” I was offended.
But today with some life experience, I own the label. Often outsiders do not know what is behind the walls of label. Ghetto. Suburbia. Uptown. Downtown. The Sticks. Fly Over State.
That’s us. We are a fly over state. Go ahead. Label us. We are thriving within the label with our business and family. And our kids seems to proudly embrace the surroundings of a fly over state.
What’s a label in your life you embrace?