Just Found Home

I just found home as of an hour ago. I went out to find my academic buildings. I walked past an apartment with the sound of drums coming from within. I made the note that it was apartment #9.

That was the foreshadowing.

On my way back to HM, I saw a familiar face. He was standing by the gate smoking a cigarette and waved. I walked over and we chatted a bit about what we were studying, where we were from, etc. Music. It was brought up. Ben, he plays bluegrass. There's 5 or 6 of them that play bluegrass. They've got a bass and an amp they'll let me use. No upright, but that's alright. And blues. I can't believe it.

I'm home.

We've already traded music. We've already set aside a time to jam. Sunday. I'll meet the others tonight at dinner. I found it. My niche. Everything he says is "brilliant" and everything I say is "excellent." The music is brilliantly excellent.

Of course there's bluegrass at Oxford! Don't be silly!
Dr. Guthrie was right, maybe I should have flown my upright out...