Hamilton

I can't tell you what Hamilton meant to me.  It meant so so so much.

The first time I listened to it, I was intrigued. Trying to drive in the city traffic, navigate, hear the music, follow the story, keep track of which voice was which character... it was so... full.

Back then, my drive home was about 3 hours long, less time if I was headed to the city, of course.  After I left that weekend, I remembered Hamilton and listened to some of it, but couldn't finish it since I didn't start as soon as I left.  I kept trying, but my daily commute just wasn't long enough.  However, I still listened to the first 23 minutes everyday on the way to work.

The next weekend, on my way into the city, I listened to the whole thing.  I stopped for gas at the intermission.  The last notes finished as I found a spot to park.  I dried my eyes, and backed into the spot.  I was so lucky to be alive right then.