Indianapolis is making moves on me.

You know the feeling you get when your wanderlust finally sends you careening over the edge of sanity and you suddenly feel so cooped up and tired of being where you are? I've been feeling that exact feeling in full force until the weather decided to uncharacteristically imitate mid-April this past weekend. Then, while showing Wheat's friend from high school around town, I fell head over heels in love with Indianapolis again.

It was some magical combination of cajun food from Yats, a quick jaunt around the Indianapolis Museum of Art, and a stroll along the thawing canal that made my heart yearn for spring in the Hoosier state. Seriously, there is no better time to visit. Hint, hint.

Of course, it didn't hurt that we continued the night with dinner at Bru Burger, my favorite restaurant in Indy. We finished that off with frozen yogurt from Pearings, some arcade game dancing, and a late-night showing of American Sniper. As you can see, we've become quite proficient at living here.

Over the last few weeks, I've been unnecessarily overwhelmed with plans and trips, so I'm making a conscious effort to truly appreciate where I am (and who I'm with) in every moment. I must say - it has already improved my mood immensely. Give it a try. It's refreshing to feel like an admiring visitor in your own town.