Twin Lakes is one of those small Wisconsin towns where everyone knows each other. Neighbors gather at the local diner (Manny's) after church on Sundays, school events are attended by the same families year after year, and the local kids know all the same shortcuts to each other's houses through cornfields and forests. Because we grew up less than a mile from each other in Twin Lakes, we both share memories of Fourths of July at Libertyfest, going to school at Lakewood Elementary, and avoiding tourists during Country Thunder weekend. Although we share so many similar memories, in all of those years of living less than a mile apart, we never met. We're five years apart in school, so although our siblings shared classes and knew each other well, we ourselves never crossed paths. That is, until one night in 2015, when we both decided to go out with mutual friends for "Black Wednesday," the night before Thanksgiving. Black Wednesday is famous for young adults reuniting with their high school friends and going out to the local bars in their hometowns. On the night we met, the weather was chilly, but the atmosphere was warm. We were at the Zenon family's house, just down the road from Logan's childhood home, getting ready for a night of friendship, drinking, and fun. Little did we know, we were about to get so much more. Since that night, our lives have been completely changed for the better. Together, we've traveled to Peru, Chile, Brazil, Argentina, the mountains of Utah, and the beaches of Southern California. We've made a home in Chicago, where we purchased a two-flat on Hamlin Avenue, adopted our puppy Mars, and set plenty of goals for the future. The future is now, and here we come!