Non-Vegan, Intangible Cheese

I have to leave California in a week. I am sad to leave and happy to return. I miss my Texas friends and will miss my California friends. I have always found this to be the biggest indicator of a good trip or temporary move or even "leave of absence." I'm not really sure what it is this summer was exactly. 

I wanted to post something that best depicted my time here and what I will miss and, for some reason, my photos of the produce from the farmers' market was it. It's so cheesy, but it kind of sums it all up. When I see these photos, I remember the food at Wolf House and eating dinner with Wolf House which makes me think of Wolf House and my messy, spectacular housemates and going to the farmers' market before and after work on Wednesdays which makes me think of work and my coworkers and all the ways we explored "the city" together and the times Santi and I went to the farmers' market with and without Lilah and how Santi was patient while I took these photos for ages and how Lilah bought our 30-person home a huge block of cheese. Ew, this is so cheesy. Which makes me think of the wine and cheese party Wolf House had on my first Friday and how I went from awkward and new to friend and also makes me think of my vegan coworker and my other coworker Bryce who always looked the other way when my vegetarian face ate his chicken and all the times Santi visited and we ate cheese curds on bread for breakfast. SO CHEESY. But here are some pretty tomatoes and peppers and things!