In the week between Christmas and New Year’s Eve, you may confront your darkest hours.

There are no more presents to open. The leftovers won’t keep much longer.

Uncle George keeps forgetting he left his government-issued walking cane at your house, and now you’re responsible for the existential fate of his aluminum hook.

There’s merely time to wait. And think. And worry – about everything.

The shadows grow darker. The winter grips colder than ever. 

“2023?,” you ask yourself every few hours while pacing your bedroom. “How much more of this do I have? I didn’t really sign up for all that with the Big Man, did I?” 

Your drawers become cluttered. The laundry pile has a sentient personality.

But what about us avid travelers who simply cannot stand to leave the dread of modern life at home?

Thankfully, our experts at TripAdvisor have compiled a (growing!) shortlist of places and spaces where the fugue state is all the rage.

We’re tackling this ennui trend with Indianapolis, the bleary community that made Kurt Vonnegut so singularly fucked up as to draw buttholes in his finest books.

Our resident south-central Hoosier and Indy-area native Moose recently spent some time in the “Circle City” to attend to personal matters.

While there, he crafted us some thoughtful reviews on the small businesses and liminal moments around Indianapolis that made all the difference while his brain screamed non-stop for a few days.

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