Leaving Indianapolis

Here is Doug on a street corner in Indianapolis waiting for Brendan to take us to the airport. Our 4 suitcases each weigh 49 pounds –right from the beginning we knew that we wouldn’t shrug off offers of red caps and bellmen. We carried a stash of $1s and $5s for tips.

Monday we took the license off the car; cancelled our Y membership; changed our phone service; disconnected our cable/internet service; covered oil paintings with cloths; turned off the water and the refrigerator; unplugged the lights. Doug experienced an unexpected drama. The insurance company not only cancelled our car insurance (which we requested), she also cancelled our home owners on our Raleigh house (which we did not request). Doug only found out by accident later in the day when he called to clarify something about the homeowners policy. An urgent call to our real estate agent solved the problem - the realty company has an agent who could arrange a policy. (So here’s a shout out to Danny Taylor and Allen Tate Realty – now if he could only sell the house as quickly.) Our original plan was to rent the condo, but we didn’t really warm up to the idea of being a long distance landlord. After a year of packing and unpacking we weren’t eager to add packing up the condo to our to-do-list.

We gained a new appreciation for our friends who left their home countries to come to the US to study or work. We figure that when we come back in a year, except for a layer of dust, things in the condo will be pretty much the same. Of course Indianapolis won’t be, but we haven’t lived there very long so I might not even notice.