sentimental--
it makes us remember good
and excuse the bad



So, I've become [home]sick for Oxford again. I keep trying to recall the really horrible things about it, like the late nights, the all-nighters every Thursday, the rain, and then I'm out.

I would like to go back, and have a sort of reunion. Sing every Sunday night again at the Anglican church service. Pub-crawl.

But I'm home in California for the summer, working on a dairy.

At least life isn't static.
But I do miss Oxford so.