There. As in where we were. As in the barren arctic tundra formerly known as southern Michigan. As in the land that greeted our arrival with a full twelve inches of snow in the first twelve hours of our sojourn. We spent the better part of a week visiting with my parents, enjoying the weather, but mostly enjoying the fact that we didn’t have to shovel the weather yet.

The other there. As in where we spent fifteen hours driving to, around, and from. As in Indianapolis. We spent a substantial amount of time surveying the northern and (to a lesser extent) western regions of the city and suburbs. There were no lightning bolts, no angelic choirs, no rent in the heavens, no divine messenger sent to direct us (or to bring our donkey, er, minivan, to a halt, sword drawn to take off our heads, as some may have feared). Still, we are more settled that this is where we should go and what we should do, and we are glad to know that we can do so without having to move in between competing suppliers of illicit pharmaceuticals. We did not tour the campus, since daylight was limited and the city was vast and our oft-hungry daughter was in tow. More »