As much as I have said I'm not going to return to Wisconsin, I also love the state.
I can't count the number of beautiful beaches and stunning sunsets I saw before I was ten years old. On a clear night sky, there are more stars than you could ever count (which I dreadfully miss, now that I'm in an urban area). With my family, I hiked through thick forests, stood in the spray of waterfalls, and played in some of the largest freshwater lakes in the world. I'll always be grateful to my parents for exposing me to the natural beauty of nature and teaching me to appreciate it. Wisconsin is full of beauty that will never cease to remind me of the abundance and power of nature.
I have so many memories from my childhood in Wisconsin that I never want to forget. After 21 years, however, I know that those memories can only be enriched by creating new memories in new places. My curiosity has always gotten the best of me. If I never went, I would always wonder what I was missing in other places. I know that's partially due to the curiosity instilled in me by wondering what was beyond the next curve in the road as my family drove through Wisconsin years ago.
Wisconsin will always be my home and there will always be a piece of me there. The experiences I had growing up there will be a source of my appreciation for the world around me. My childhood has taght me to be unafraid of exploration and curiosity. The trip is only enriched by not knowing what comes next.
(And you can't forget the cheese.)
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