“I have finally made it in the industry, and I find myself thinking about what it would be like to be home. I drive in UN vehicles, I work with the poorest in the world and my friends and family look at me as if I am some sort of hero. I am no hero. But the cost to be here has been greater than I ever expected to pay. I tried to get a job last time I was in the US, but employers did not like my history of moving all over the world.
Now, as I am nearing 50, I am divorced, alone and wondering if I have given enough. But my specialty is disasters, and I just know that even when I get home and have “hung up my guns” the next disaster will hit that was even bigger than the last. Other than suffering an injury that is so severe you are permanently incapable of returning to work, how can you know when you are really finished?
Nothing at home can ever compete with the challenges, successes and failures that we endure in the field. And nothing can ever compete with the unlikely fantasies we have of home.”