This land is your land, this land is my land

Am now at San Jose State University, at their library using their net access. Their library is amazing! I love libraries. I am a huge fan of anything book-related (man, did that sound nerdy?). However, it is seriously far from where I’m staying and I have yet to see where I can upload my photos, which kinda ticks me off. The weather is amazing, at 15 degrees Celsius. Everyone is cold except me! Hahaha, I always was a polar bear. Exhausting flight, layover in Manila for like two hours. Still, got here and was wired, so walked out in drizzle (yes, it was drizzling) with large group to 7-11 and bought a hot dog (beef, Americans don’t know how good they have it. We only have pork in Thailand). Didn’t see much of the university yet, coz we got here at night and it was raining and all. We’re having a class later at on (instructional technology), so we’ll see how it goes. It gives me such a thrill to be surrounded by people speaking my own language and signs that aren’t bilingual. It just makes me feel like I’m being understood, really, truly understood, although that may wear off soon. Anyhow, I’m going to make the best of my time here. Sorry if I don’t respond to comments, as I have only limited internet access time. But thanks for all your well wishes. Doesn’t look like I’ve forgotten anything yet, so fingers crossed.  

 Final thought: Don’t know if I’m quoting this right but: “Breathes there the man with soul so dead/ who never to himself hath said/This is my own, my native land.”