Neither Kevin nor I have spent more than a couple hours combined in Indianapolis, and so we spent the weekend here to experience the city. We might be moving here after all. We should probably have some concept of the city before making that decision.
Indianapolis has an actual downtown that you can walk around in which is a completely different experience than St. Louis. So many restaurants and shops to visit.
The state capitol building is really grand and fun to walk through. The City Market has a ton of great food options with a to die for pizza place. The City Walk along the canal is beautiful, lined with murals along all the bridge walks.
Indianapolis is also back in the motherland. Tenderloin motherland, that is! I had two glorious dinners of tenderloins and deep fried sides. Makes a heart happy (and maybe clogged) after being deprived for seven long years.
While we still don’t know what part of town we’d end up in, we explored many different options… Mass Ave, Broad Ripple, Carmel, etc. The entire city feels like it has all the amenities of St. Louis minus the horrific traffic of 270S.
It’s a mixture of emotions surrounding a big move. When we decided to move to St. Louis, we decided in about a day and the weeks leading up to the move were filled with packing and finding a place to stay, so I didn’t have much time to consider my emotions. Instead, the emotions kicked in after the move. When I wasn’t working yet. When I realized I truly was alone the majority of the time. Kevin would get up and go to work each day, make friends, come home and want to relax. I waited and waited until he was home and wanted to then go explore. After some time, I started working too and made some acquaintances, but I still missed my support system from back home. We traveled home as often as possible, never missing a birthday party or event. Rarely did I have visitors come to St. Louis, and that was really hard to manage. I’m an introvert. I don’t make friends easily at all, but my new acquaintances eventually became friends and my new support system/family.
We’ve lived in St. Louis for seven years now, and in those seven years, we’ve experienced so many firsts together… first (and last) marriage, first purchase of a brand new car, first house, first trip to Europe, first trip to Asia, and on and on. I’ve made some of the best friends I’ve ever had here in this city, and I will miss seeing them regularly.
You can never truly be sure you are making the right decision. However “if it’s not a little scary, it’s not worth doing”. We never knew if St. Louis was the right choice, and honestly it doesn’t feel like home still after seven years. I think it might be time for a new adventure…
