I lived the first 27 years of my life in Indiana, and I actually really love it there. My boyfriend (Kelly) and I went back for his sister's high school graduation and regressed into full Hoosiers. Photographic evidence below.
  1. A photo of my Kel on a faux magazine cover about basketball. This was set up in our room at his parent's house. Also, he was 4"9 until he was 16.
  2. Kel and I hid out in his parent's basement at night, drank his dad's beers, listened to Jim Croce records, played with his old electric guitar, and made out.
  3. We went through his old books and found one to read out loud to each other. That was nice.
  4. We recreated out first date by going four-wheeling in the mud.
  5. On the way home from four-wheeling, we pulled over to pet these horses.
  6. This cat was regularly in my bed (in my spot!) whenever I came back into the room during the day. When I asked her to leave, she gave me the cat-finger.
  7. I just got a new phone number and received this mysterious text .
  8. While the whole family was playing volleyball in the backyard, this hot air balloon randomly showed up. Very Indiana.
  9. Despite neither of us having children, by being in the suburbs, Kel morphed into a total dad.
  10. We went to a steakhouse where this man watched us eat the entire time. Very Indiana.
  11. I hit a golf ball for the first time. And felt comfortable wearing shorts.
  12. Found my kindergarten school photo.
  13. Saw a guy reading this mess on the plane ride home. Unfortunately, very Indiana.