One additional year in Madison makes all the difference.
I finally got to talk to the girl who lived on my floor for two years and learned that she was a grad student who knew where I worked.
I met one of the ladies from my IV Discipleship whom I thought was the nicest woman ever (and was proposed at the Green Lake Bible Camp tower) (and is going to have a(nother?) kid!).
Being here, knowing everyone, meeting everyone again and remember what we used to be, has made me realized how much I love Madison.
Another year, and I have found family.
Another year, and I have found solace.
Another year, and I have found home.