I've already mentioned that when you grow up in a weird, weird place like Arizona, its other-worldliness doesn't become apparent to you until you leave and experience "normal" places. And then, after leaving, you find out that, to most people, Arizona might as well be Mars.
I left Tucson in 1983 to attend UC San Diego. I quickly picked up on the low regard my home held in the eyes of Californians (fucking Zonies, they called us). I also noticed that to most Californians, Arizona was a mysterious, distant place on the edges of their awareness; many were unaware the two states shared a border! Really! I lost count of how many times I had variations of the following conversation:
Friend: OMG, you're going all the way back to Arizona just for Thanksgiving/Xmas?
Me: Uh, well, yes. It's only a few hours away.
Me: Yes, it's right next door. Where are you going for Thanksgiving?
Distance between San Diego and Tucson: 415 miles. Distance between San Diego and Chico: 592 miles.