Some experiences are sweeter the second time around.
The Seattle native attended the UW for two years, then left for financial reasons. I would sit on an old stone bench near the quad and feel almost tearful with the excitement and joy of being there. I felt I was the luckiest person in the world. I loved the UW the first time around, but the experience of coming back as a mature woman was profound. I didn't take the University for granted, I didn't take learning for granted.