An Indian in India…na

Just when I think I’ve gotten the hang of all these roundaboots they have here in Indy, there’s another one like 20 feet away!

I drove onto the wrong lane this morning trying to figure out a new roundaboot. Luckily, I was able to quickly swerve back onto the right lane before any oncoming traffic even had the chance to honk at me! Solid yellow line or dashed white line, it’s all relative to me ;)

I’ve been in Indy for almost three months now and I finally went downtown last weekend! It was sunny and we went for a little walk through White River State Park.

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Don’t tell me that’s not pretty! Gentrification at its best!

But man, was it quiet and deserted – only the quad where the ‘Periods for Pence’ protest was going on were there crowds of people (I attended my first protest, too!). Having lived in the surrounding suburbs of two global cities — Toronto and Chicago — the contrast was immediately apparent.

This is not necessarily a bad thing though.

Skyscrapers are fun to look at, but for the first time being downtown in a major city, I could actually see the city and its streets! Downtown Indianapolis (or the parts that we went anyway) is clean and very pretty, which I guess they put in effort into making so because it is the state capital as well.

I didn’t really miss Chicago (the city, I mean – I miss my mommy and daddy very much!).

Honestly, Chicago’s never really felt like home to me. It may have to do with the fact that I lived most of my Illinoisan life in a suburb 30 miles southwest of the city (though I did live in Hyde Park for two of those years). But really, when you’re originally from a city like Toronto, there’s just no comparison. Sorry. Actually, I’m not sorry.

I’m not going to lie though. When I first moved to Indiana, I felt so alone. I didn’t know anyone. And though my husband is originally from here, he himself only recently moved back after 10 years of living outside of Indy. As he noted this past weekend, it was the first time he too had walked down the Canal (they have gondola rides in the summer!).

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My brethren geese swimming down the Central Canal

But I guess there’s an adjustment period for every major life change… at least there is for me. Though I’ve yet to make friends of my own here (busy with this blog, cooking, and Webb work), I don’t feel so lonely anymore. My husband and I have fun on the weekends, even if it is just the two of us most weekends. I think it’s cute, a new husband and new wife exploring a new city together. It’s like an adventure, each weekend. We’re still newlyweds, so it’s still cute, okay?

I don’t know if we’ll be in Indy long-term, but it is starting to feel a little more like home each day.

Fun fact: Did you know that Indianapolis and Hyderabad, India are sister cities? IT IS FATE!

4 thoughts on “An Indian in India…na”

    1. Haha! I wish! It’s been over 18 years since we moved to the States, but whenever I visit Toronto, I feel such a sense of relief and ease.

      My husband really likes Toronto too, which is refreshing coming from a thoroughbred American… and this was before Trump started his campaign. So maybe?! :)

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