Today's post is brought to you by Indiana.
...I dream of Indiana. America's Heartland. If the middle of America is its heartbeat, then Los Angeles must be a heart attack. Living here in sunny SoCal can't be very healthy...
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We moved to Merrillville Indiana in October of 1963. Where we lived was actually a Crown Point address at the time, but now on the map our old neighborhood shows to be in Merrillville. We were only there for a bit less than 3 years--just long enough for me to attend middle school. Soon after that we moved to East Tennessee where I attended high school and later college.
In a way, our brief stay in Indiana was like an interlude in the same way that middle school (we called it junior high back then) is like an educational interlude between childhood and teen years. Indiana was like an intermission in my life.
This is not to cast aspersion on Indiana. I have fond memories of living for short periods in a few Indiana towns. There were three months spent in Terre Haute and another three months in Evansville. They seemed like very nice towns and I enjoyed my stays in them. Then there was another somewhat peculiar, but pleasant month in a little place called Spencer. So I know a bit about Indiana. I have passed through the state many times over the past several years.
If I were strongly compelled to leave California I would undoubtedly move in an eastward direction and Indiana would likely be in my top twenty states in which to relocate. Maybe even top ten. I'd have to weigh the options before making my final decision.
But, wait, I'm dreaming again. I don't seem to be moving yet and still not enough compelling evidence to so.
I guess I had another Indiana Interlude.
Do you ever daydream about other places you'd like to live? Where would you head if you were going to move to a different state? Have you ever made a highly anticipated move only to be very disappointed in the end?
