This is an updated version of a previously published post.
I vividly remember one of the most miserable experiences of my first few months in Indy. Neither my husband nor I had snagged a job yet, and we were coming to the end of our savings. We lived close to downtown but the nearest grocery store was 1.2 miles away. We needed food but really couldn’t spare money for an Uber (nor was there a direct bus route).
So my husband and I walked to and from the store, the cold November wind whipping past us. On the way back we were burdened by bags heavier than we could really carry, but we couldn’t imagine doing this again before it was absolutely necessary.