What If They Ever Make an Artifical Heart out of Cheese?

Lately I have had trouble sleeping because I am so nervous about moving back to Philadelphia without a job or a home. But tonight I can't sleep for a different reason. Tomorrow morning around 5am, Dustin and I are leaving Kentucky for here!



My favorite place in the whole world, Monroe, Wisconsin. Home of Cheese Days. Ten years ago, I met Dustin at college and he told me about this magical festival in his home day, 1,000 miles away. Not thinking about being 19 and not having a car, I said I had to go. So a bunch of us went and Dustin was right; it was magical. I fell in love with the place. So much that I kept going back, even on off Cheese Days years. Finally I moved there after college.



Land of my first apartment, first job out of college, where I moved to become an adult. All because of a cheese festival. I was confident at 22 that I would probably never leave.



Look how well that turned out. Of course things didn't go as planned. I only lived there for two-ish years but five years later, the only thing I would change about that time is that I would have eaten meat. Monroe is that magical to me.



This is the first year that it's just Dustin and I going to Cheese Days and I'm okay with that. All the years having tons of friends come along, polkaing in the streets in our Cheese Days outfit contest outfits was great. And this year will be great as well. So long as I have a book to read on the porch during the parade. I really don't like parades.