Here are the facts: I loved France. I moved to France. I fell in love. I became engaged. After two years in France, I moved home. My heart broke. Cathartic writing began. The rest are just details.
lundi 6 février 2012
Indianapolis
I don't know if I've ever mentioned this, but I live in an apartment in downtown Indianapolis, which, in light of current events, is a pretty fantastic thing.
Yesterday's Super Bowl brought the city together in a way I haven't seen since the Colts themselves won the Super Bowl a few years back (look at me talking about sports! Better stop here; I don't know much beyond what I've already written.)
In any case, yesterday, I was out running just before the big game began. I ran to Monument Circle, although I didn't run around the Circle as I usually do--the crowd was far too thick, and on my jog back, I found $20 on the ground. There was literally no one around. I pocketed the money, continued my jog back to my apartment, and found myself grinning larger than I have in a very long time.
The money had something to do with the overall feeling of well being, but truthfully, for all of my comments about loving Europe and wishing I were back there, I have to say that I adore this city. I'd taken Indianapolis for granted, but February 2012 in this city reminded me of why I'm so proud to be a Hoosier.
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