Resolution and Independence

There was a roaring in the wind all night,
The rain came heavily and fell in floods;
But now the sun is rising calm and bright;
The birds are singing in the distant woods;
Over his own sweet voice the Stock-dove broods;
The Jay makes answer as the Magpie chatters
And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters.

Wordsworth

There was a roaring in the wind all night. And all afternoon, too. And the rain did come heavily and fall in floods. I am, happily, sat in the warmth of my room. Hopefully, this essay will be done before the sun rises calm and bright. I can do without hearing the birds singing in the (not-so) distant woods, thank you..

Six weeks, three to go

Don't get me wrong. I love cambridge. And every time I leave it's a painful tearing away. But everybody gets homesick sometimes. And I find myself yearning for home. For simple love, for honest affection, for people who would never lie to me, or hurt me, and who really, genuinely care.

And then I think about it, and I think, well, isn't that really quite selfish? It shouldn't all be about me. I've had that simple love, honest affection, and sincerity, for 21 years. Surely I can handle being away from all that, for 9 months a year. And I can. I have. But I'm tired.

And sometimes all I really want to do is go home.

where the streets have no name