Karma's Not My Friend Today

Ugh.

Karma seems to be backfiring on me for no reason.

The internet broke in our dorm,

was fixed 22 hours later -

but is still broken in MY ROOM ONLY!

And on top of that,

mom was supposed to get to Budapest this afternoon,

however,

the fuel lines on her plane were frozen

so her flight got cancelled.

She'll be here tomorrow, hopefully,

at the crack of dawn.

But - I miss my mommy!

Sigh.

Time to take deep breaths,

drink a lot of coffee,

get some work done,

and persevere.

All this is making me homesick for New England.

So I will leave you with a poem I found recently:

New England

Whoe'er thou art, who walkest there
Where god first taught my feet to roam,
Breathe but my name into the air,
I am content, for that is home.

A sence of color comes to me,
Of baybushes that heavy lie
With juniper along the sea,
And the blue sea along the sky.

New England is my home; t'is there
I love the pagan sun and moon.
T'is there I love the growing year,
December and young-summer June.

I'd rather love one blade of grass
That grows on one New England hill,
Than drain the whole world in the glass
Of fortune, when the heart is still.

[Philip Henry Savage]