Cake. It all began with cake. Graduation cake that is. I most enjoyed that cake. What I hated was the dress, Pomp and Circumstance. Those pukishly horrible blue robes, I hated them more than the blueberry robes that the choir wore.

Life was pretty good after high school, though I did have a small bit of trouble finding a part time job so I could pay for college. George Fox University was the college of choice. No sex, no drugs, no alcohol, it was perfect. For the next eight years, its dormitories would be home for me. The choir would be my family, and the math department my burden.

During my freshmen year, I found myself changing my Major like one changes their cloths; I'd always been indecisive. Finally, I did decide. And boy was it ambitious. I decided to reach the pinnacle of my potential and shoot for a Ph.D in mathematics, as well as a Minor in voice.

Life was good during those years. Good, but it was more difficult than what I had previously thought. I barely had time to do anything for myself, writing was on the back burner, the choir required an awful lot of time, and the homework… Don't get me started.

I did make it through college, though. The year 2015 I received my Doctorate in mathematics on top of a high paying job with NASA in Houston. By then I was twenty-nine and ready for anything, at least I thought I was.

In the summer of 2016 my parents were going to fly out from Indiana. (They had moved there shortly after my brother was stationed in Iraq). The plane crashed, no survivors, and they never found out the cause. The investigation was deemed closed the following year. I received a letter of apology with an explanation of why the investigation had been closed. Apparently the indestructible black box in the cockpit had melted in the fires after the crash.

It was in the next few months that I met Jessie. I was moping around in a local bar when she was dared to introduce herself. That's right, I met my wife on a dare. I guess it's true what they say, God does work in mysterious ways.

We were married on October 11, 2019 after three years of dating. Two years later we had our first child—Marcus. Like any married couple, we had problems the first two years, but I was determined to stick it out. In retrospect, I think it was the best decision of my life up to that point.

Before we had Marcus, Jessie had worked in an accountant's office as an executive. Still, before that, she emigrated from the Balkan Peninsula to go to college in the United States. She was the definition of the American Dream, coming from a poor country on the verge of collapse, working hard for a decent education, and then making a nice living working as a business executive. She left her job though after Marcus was born so she could stay home with him. Soon after that, we all left for the Moon.

On August 23rd, 2024, the National Aeronautics and Space Administration had announced that they had set a date and picked the crew for the first lunar base. Working as a technician in the Houston control room, I was one of the first men picked to colonize the moon. Three years later on the morning of March 16th, my family and I took off to a new life.

It was difficult adjusting at first, low gravity made some things difficult to do. It was suggested to us by mission control to send Marcus to a boarding school at the age of five so that he would be able to move between the Earth and Moon without suffering any ill effects (i. e. muscle atrophy). We took the advice, and when he came back thirteen years later, we almost didn't recognize him.

Between the time that he left and the time when he came back the moon had become colonized, and was thriving. The mining operations had grown an incredible amount, from just under ten sights to just over two hundred scattered about the face of the moon. Orbital trade and tourism had begun to boom around 2028. Thanks to my talent for crunching numbers quickly, I was put in charge of the orbital fly and no fly zones; figuring out what trajectories to place ships in.

As of the year 2030, cheap housing for families looking to move to the Moon were becoming quite common. Two years later we were given the status as an independent nation. In one more year, Sigma, our capital city, reached a population of one hundred thousand. I was promoted then to the position of Dock Manager and Resource Consumption Officer.

We were upgraded to an apartment about twice the size of our old home on Terra. It was still not very big considering that our old home was only nine hundred feet squared. But we didn't care; we were content with the way things were looking. As for Marcus, he seemed to be doing well. He left for college six months after coming home.

From then on my son lived on Earth, only visiting once every few years. Jessie and I settled down into the nice routine of parents whose children were on their own, otherwise known as Old Age.

In the year 2050 we settled again into the retirement phase. I still kept busy with the Advisory Board, offering opinions and advice to the current government. Much had been done since I'd arrived on the moon, and much still had to be done. Jessie stayed at home and worked her little garden hydroponics bay.

And that brings us to now. There is still not much happening on the moon, aside from the occasional meteorite. But all in all, I think that I can say I'm content with my life. When Marcus finally decides to bring the grandchildren up, I'll be able to tell them stories of the old days when the moon was still a frontier realm. Until then, however, I'm content to sit back and watch the Earth wax and wane in the window.