Memories of Indianapolis
By Jeff Palmer (PROMPT: I REMEMBER, Central Library, 10/21/2012)
I remember moving to Indianapolis, but it was to the south side of the city. I remember being relieved that I lived on the side of the road that made my address “Indianapolis” and not “Greenwood” because I felt prouder for that to be my address. I remember the first time I went up to the top of the Sailors and Soldiers Monument: I was with Roman and some of his friends. I remember a mixture of pride that this was now my city, but also wonderment at ascending the heights for my first time. It’s strange to feel ownership of something you barely know. I remember that my first job in Indianapolis involved occasionally traveling downtown for meetings. It was the first time I felt like a real professional—headed into the city as part of the morning commute. Seeing the skyline grow in the distance was an inspiring way to begin a day. I remember leaving Indianapolis when we moved to Boston to explore what we thought would be a more liberal and exciting culture. I remember thinking it strange that Boston felt somehow less progressive and diverse than Indianapolis. I remember the decision to move back to Indianapolis and the relief I felt when we returned.