Life in Binghamton

I really miss home at here. I do not know why. It is not simply that I do not see my parents for a while, but the sense of life is deteriorating slowly within me. Sometimes I am wondering if I am still the same person I used to be in the past, with curious ideas and ambitions to fulfill in real life. I miss home, but there is no way back and I have to move on now.

The task is immense. There is Eisenbud, and there is Conway. Loya is going to organized a seminar, and I need to work out Weibel – too much to do, too little time, life is always like that.

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