‘Funny how different things look from up close.
Three years ago my family and I left a sixteen-year stint in Costa Rica, a place we loved and where we believed we’d one day die and be buried. Of all places, we came to Indianapolis, a town with a reputation for dullness placed smack in the middle of the nation’s Heartland. We have no Midwestern roots and so accepted by default the conventional wisdom that we were coming to a bland place for the sake of a great job.
How wrong we were! Continue Reading »