I love Indiana. Of all the states I have visited and lived
in, it’s my absolute favorite. OK, every time I’ve been there, I’ve been on
holiday, and our family is there, which makes it a wonderful place, but even
disregarding this, northern Indiana is pretty great:
- There are lakes everywhere, with nice little beaches and docks, and swimming is free!
- Things are - in general - a little cheaper, people are more down to earth and relaxed, very friendly, less pretentious, and care more about comfort than appearance.
- Although it’s pretty flat, it’s quite beautiful with fields and little forests. One night we were on our way back from South Bend and the sky was clear. We pulled into a country road in the middle of nowhere, drove through a huge corn field and parked the car. Oh, the silence! Or rather, the sound of nature at night. It was so still and crisp, and absolutely pitch dark. Looking up, we could see the Milky Way more clearly than I have ever seen it, and the sky was absolutely beautiful, completely surrounding us. We saw several shooting stars, and stood just still and quite, admiring the sky, until our necks hurt and the mosquitoes had eaten our legs.
As much as we love Indiana though, and as much as we love
spending time with family, we were quite excited to start our drive from
northern Indiana to Atlanta: the trip itself, although tiring, was going to be exciting,
and we couldn’t wait to move into our own space and stop living out of
suitcases for a while. Also, we were very curious at the prospect of
discovering a new place, new work, new food and meet new people.
Because we have a nursing five month old, and I, the nursing
mother, is the only one who can drive, we decided that four hours a day was all
that we would be able to handle. We also decided that we didn’t mind driving a
few extra miles if it entailed something fun or special, like a site or a
visit, and that our trip would take four days.
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