I would only go if it were actually made of cheese

Everything in the whole entire world reminds me of some book that I read before I hit puberty. Without fail. Like an op-ed today about how theres some water on the moon or something, and "We can finally begin to think seriously about establishing such a self-sufficient home on the Moon" (finally!) and "This place has no atmosphere" a early 90s novel about a 16 year old girl whose parents force her to move to the moon, destroying her perfect social life. They lived in a bubble on the moon. And performed "Our Town". Really, its a classic piece of literature.