So the heart returns home without hesitation, still desperate to settle down. Or has this heart remained at home all along & not even known it? It's hard to say with certainty. Each time I make a visit to Muncie it is as if I never left, as if home is where the heart has always been. And that's stating fact. Even on a day like today, this return among many returns to this place reveals something new, something different about life over here, life which I thought I'd fully get over by now.
From the first wave of freshmen getting moved in, their parents coming along for the ride to help get them ready for this excursion down to Muncie, their clothes, computers, stereos & other miscellany in tow, I'm starting to realize what I'm missing out on the most: the joys of life living on campus, close to every building where I'd wind up attending classes in. Tomorrow & the next 2 days or so afterward, it'll be more of the same: wave after wave of students bringing the landscape which has always been Ball State back to life, restoring as it were surges of electricity & adventure which can't be found for a good three months running. In a matter of time, classes will begin & the whole campus will be fired up in earnest...
Off campus, I visited my fraternity house; we got new carpet put in who knows when...things are definitely on the up & up. If only I stopped by Sigs more often: then again, there's no pressure on me to stop by when I'm in town. After being away from the frat for almost 2 years, though, the timing couldn't be better to make a really heartfelt visit. No doubt about this, it'll be soon, very soon to say the least. When I'm not sure. But at any rate, this next visit will be a long overdue one. To be perfectly honest, it's going to be.
In only two more days I'll be back down here, still writing away in my notebook about the joys & mountains of memories I cherish highly about this campus, along with the other stops I made along the way. To make a long story short, it'll be the one poem worth the salt in reading since it's not a poem alone: It's an autobiography, a honest, heartfelt piece of my life I feel like sharing with those who will listen & take the time to effortfully delve into. Until then, I'm waiting the workweek out as one must before the weekend arrives & the adventures resume in the same vein of spontaneity & randomness as before.
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