a stellar smashing

So, here I am. Back in Muncie.

I can’t say it hasn’t been exactly what I expected it to be, which is a little disappointing. I was sort of hoping for some magical thing to happen as soon as I got here to make me fall in love with the wonder that is Muncie all over again.

But I don’t think there ever was a time when I was in love with this place.

The best part of coming home, apart from seeing my friends, has been the mowing. I dearly love to mow. Give me my iPod and two stretching acres of overgrown land, and I’ll mow for hours. Back and forth, back and forth, grass in my eyes, in my hair, sweat dripping down my back from the heat…it’s bliss, believe me.

It’s been a week since I last posted. This is mainly because I was trying to hold out until my parents hooked up the wireless router and I could use my laptop (this decrepit PC I’m working on just really isn’t cutting it), but I couldn’t resist. I’ve never really been the sort of writer who wrote because of the therapeutic benefits of pouring one’s soul into a journal. To me, that’s ridiculous, because what sort of comfort does a piece of paper offer? I think this is why I’ve never been much of a successful journaler.

I’d much rather write when I know somebody, anybody, is going to read. This is why I can never stay away from blogging for too long. It gives the writing a certain amount of worth, once it’s read. Without acknowledgement, words remain silent and meaningless–who cares to think about that which they don’t know exists?

But writing for others is a risk, because the opinions and emotions I express will be handled in different ways by different people. That is why I write. I love when my writing evokes a response–any type of response, positive or negative, although I do prefer the former–in people, because it proves just how powerful my words truly are.

This summer, I hope to do a lot of writing. Maybe not as much blogging, because I really do need to concentrate on bigger works that have been in progress for far too long. And maybe, coming home to slow, quiet, sleeping Muncie was exactly what I needed to get motivated.