Indiana is on the way.
Indiana is on the way to a Toledo wedding I was a +1 for. Bixby was in the wedding of a high school friend. We had recently gotten married and we drove together through Indiana.
After the ridiculous wedding, we drove home through Indiana again and had lunch in Indianapolis.
Indiana is on the way to Michigan where we met the Other Mary's family and participated in the amusing subculture of small-scale home-built trains.
After that interesting weekend, we drove home through Indiana again and didn't stop, since we were on our way through Chicago and stopped there instead.
Indiana leaves no impression on me. It feels like Illinois Light. That's not fair to Indiana, of course but I have nothing to put my hands on and hold.
Indiana may be on the way, but have I been to it? Kind of.
NEW HARMONY. How could I forget New Harmony?
It is solved by walking. A town full of labyrinths and open air churches and weird defunct utopian societies. I wasn't thinking.
I have totally been to Indiana.