Northwest Indiana is suburban convenience meets pulse-mellowing arcadia. I get to hear crickets chirp from a grove of sugar maples as I fall asleep. You can’t walk three feet without running into a cigar shop. There is a wild bird store, a boutique ice cream parlor and a CBD dispensary a stone’s throw from my apartment. Trump gear is worn without fear of tribal savagery. Priceless homogeneity. Many of the girls are fresh-faced and thin and some even wear dresses. Sun dresses with floral motifs and bright summer hues! Tender chest skin and little caramel calves. In the Hoosier State, there’s hope in the air.