While at BlogHer, I found myself doing something that’s become de rigueur for me since I moved to Indiana. Whenever someone asked me where I was from? I made fun of my home state.
“Oh yeah, I’m from Indiana,” I’d say. “I know I’m home when I reach a gap in the corn fields.”
Or, “Yeah, it’s a nice state. If you like corn and meth.”
Which, yeah, okay, there is a lot of corn (and meth). But even that can be kind of pretty (the corn, not the meth addicts).
And the truth is? I really like it here. On my way home from work, I pass industrial parks and railroad tracks, just like most of you do. But I also drive by big red barns, cute little farm stands, and, if I’m lucky, a herd of doe-eyed cows. They’re adorable.
And just a few miles away is downtown Bloomington, home of Indiana University. Which is a pretty kick ass campus, if I don’t say so myself. And on a gorgeous Saturday evening (like the one we just had), it’s a downright beautiful place to be.
Just steps away from a busy downtown street packed with college students on the prowl and townies enjoying the last few weekends of peace before the legions of hormonal teenagers return, is this peaceful scene.
Turn the other way, and you can check out how close it is to your child’s bedtime.
But before you head back down the tree-lined street to your car, make sure you take in this view.
It says, “A good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit.” A quote by none other than John Milton. I’ll take that reminder over a billboard advertising the latest traffic jams or Botox any day.
So, yeah. I’m from Indiana. You got a problem with that?