I fell off the ThinkKit wagon the last week and a half of December. I’m going to blame it on holiday travel, activities and being sick. And general end-of-the-year laziness. So I’m going back through the prompts that I didn’t blog about yet, starting with this one:
It’s true, we like you a lot – but let’s be noncommittal for now. It’s okay to be unsure! What are you on the fence about? Dig into the meat of both sides. Is it a big deal? A minor quibble? Are you leaning one way…or is the extended forecast just one big gray area? Yes – we’re telling you not to make up your mind!
I am crazy in love with Indianapolis. Half my t-shirts and tank tops are Indy related, I try to shop local as much as possible, I try to get involved around the city, I support local events and organizations…overall I think that Indianapolis is a great place to live, work and play.
But I have to make a confession: I want to move.
I feel like I’m stuck right now. I’m stuck in a love-hate relationship with my city. Every time I visit Chicago it pains me that I don’t live there. My most recent trip to Denver had me questioning why I haven’t moved there already. While I was in Louisville last week I was picking out which part of town I wanted to reside.
I feel like there is so much out there that I want to experience, why do I have to be stuck in one place? Indy is great, but my seasonal depression started kicking in when the temperature dropped below 40 degrees. I want to get rid of the majority of my belongings and live in a new city each year…just pack up my dogs, boyfriend, laptop, some clothes and hit the road.
Part of me feels like a traitor to the city that has given me so much, but sometimes this city really irks me. Take the news about the religious freedom bill that came up at the end of December, a bill that would legalize discrimination against the LGBT community. Are you kidding me? This is a real news article, not a piece from The Onion. It makes me so sad and almost embarrassed to live here.
Event though Indianapolis has come so far, it is still frustrating at times. Moving feels like giving up, but part of me thinks that I could do so much more without having roots in one place.
I’m feeling restless, but part of that might just be the winter blues. One thing I know for sure: no matter where I go, Indianapolis will always be home.