Tomorrow I’m signing up for my last class schedule as an undergrad. It feels like just yesterday I was getting a fresh start, still getting lost in Madison, falling out with a few friends and finding my best, taking my first class that I loved and taking a note from a boy that someday I would, too. There are still so many things that I haven’t done in Madison – the arboretum, Picnic Point, and the Vilas zoo. And a first for me this Saturday, going to my very first Badger football game as a badger. I can remember a time that I wasn’t sure that Madison was for me, but in the same token neither was Milwaukee, or Waukesha, or Cedarburg either. As I was walking home from orchestra last night, snow fell all around me, getting stuck in my bushy Puzzo eyebrows, chapping my face with the wind. It swirled around the street lights, creating a cool haze of white flakes above me, signaling the first of many cold nights to come. And for a second the loneliness that I had been feeling left and I was surrounded by a peaceful solitude that reminded me of how lucky I am. A luckiness to be scurrying back to a place that feels like home, where my sleeping pup waits for me to shower him with kisses as I walk through the door. And yes, at times this little big town can feel huge, but walking down my snowy street, quiet and all to myself, it was peaceful and I was reminded that I have made a wonderful decision. I’ve finally made it, and making it feels kind of good.