I forgot about this point, which happens equally on the road as it does when you're stationed in one place for this job. Homesick. I'm sick for my friends, for people who a) I know b) know like me. What a shit place this is to be!
I love my job, I love what I do. If I didn't have to have the political battles that it takes to be in this, I would do it forever.
Right now I feel like I felt after my first job in this line of work: my mom picked me up from the airport and by the time we were home she was wondering out loud why I did it at all. Unappreciated, untrained, exhausted, miserable, pummeled... After two days home, all she heard was about me getting back out there. Defeat and perseverance. Makes me certifiable.
And certifiably lonely.