I always have a feeling of home when....

I see a familiar face from Spelhouse roaming the "streets of success" in a land that's foreign to me. I was brainstorming with my partner in a coffee shop near my place of internpolyment this afternoon, off of Tottenham Court Road, when out of a sea of British folks clad in their normal black uniforms, I spy a fellow alumna. Her name, don't remember. Her class, a year under me. Her major, escapes me. Her dorm, HH PHI BETA of course. What shes doing here, doesn't matter. Did I catch up to her in time to talk to her, no. Maybe our paths will cross again, hopefully. But just to know that I'm not alone in this vast country, is very comforting.