A Love Note to my True Love, Indy.

May 12, 2016 By Tom


You’re beautiful, smart, witty, keep me in check, and make me feel all tingly inside.

I’m not sure what I did to deserve you. I’ve known you for what seems like forever, but it’s really been the last few years that saw me fall head over heels for you. Maybe it’s because you’ve grown up a bit, and I’ve grown up a bit, and we’ve grown together. We’ve got our stories from Mass Ave and Broad Ripple involving late nights and bad decisions. We’ve got those lovely mornings spent drinking coffee or eating breakfast at 49th and Penn. I cherish those times I spent just standing around staring at your heart, Lady Victory, standing atop the entire city on Monument Circle.

You’ve never turned your back on me and you’ve always made sure I knew that with you, I could do absolutely anything. You’ve challenged me and pushed me and made me work harder than I ever knew possible. You whispered into my ear to chase my dream of building an organization from the ground and said that if I rolled up my sleeves, you would help me find footing and success.

Indy, when I travel to other cities, I don’t look at them with a twinge of desire, instead—I compare them all to you and realize that despite your flaws, I couldn’t be with anyone else. You’re my true love.

It’s not just skyscrapers, sports, and your night life that keeps me so enamored with you, it’s the feeling that because of you, I can do absolutely anything. You’ve given me confidence, helped me find my voice, and forced me to grow up beyond my 29 years. Eleven years ago, when I moved into this house, I never expected it to become the home that it is.

Sure, we’ve had our differences. I haven’t always agreed with how you take care of your roads, how you treat your school districts, or how you love your automobiles; but what relationship doesn’t have friction and disagreements?

You keep providing me opportunity to meet your friends, all the other incredible hard-working folks that also love and adore you. I’ve hit it off with some of them, I’ve dated a few of them, and I call a lot of them friends of my own—and a common thread with all of those people is you.

I know you can’t be in a monogamous relationship because you’re loved by so many. But, unless my life radically changes, this relationship between you and I, it’s sort of a forever thing. I’m not going anywhere, you’re not going anywhere, and we just keep getting better with age.