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I don't want to leave, but I can't wait to get back.

Although many Americans did this last week on Thanksgiving, on the night before my departure back to my other home, I am grateful for the opportunity to remind myself of where I come from and to have met with the people that helped to make me who I am now. I am thankful for being with people that I love in my favorite place. I am happy that I could reconnect with so many that have similar thoughts, desires and hopes for the world and themselves. I am honored to have been able to advise some of them, pleased that I am still able to learn from others and blessed to have seen those that I mentored now mentoring in their own ways.

A good number of people were missing from the festivities, off living their own respective dreams around the world. I thought of them often, but do not wish to diminish the gravity and excitement of their own experiences by wishing they were with us in little old Madison. I do, however, take great pleasure in knowing that coming back to Madison from time to time is part of living my specific dream.

I miss many, many people from my other home. I can't wait to see them again. I have gained a new perspective on a vast majority of those relationships. Two weeks is a long time.

My 27 hour journey starts tomorrow morning. Doha, here I come!