Good news: I got a new job. One chemistry related that I will love.
Great news: It's six-figures. SIX
Bad news: It's in Afghanistan. Just now that I got an email informing me of training I have to get just to go there, not even job training, has had me shaking for the past 45 minutes. I was going through all the requirements. Physicals, shots (including Anthrax), vision stuff (for the eye lenses in my gas mask), etc. I've known it would be mad dangerous even if I don't have to leave the base I'll be on but just now it hit me how damn serious it is.
Oh, and I'm going for that training next month. Meaning I'm going to be gone for Christmas I think. Away from all my family. When I was in college, the hardest part wasn't being away from all my family though. It was only two hours and even though I didn't go home all the time, I was able to call everyone so that didn't bother me. It was missing my younger cousins grow up. When I left for college, my youngest cousin wasn't even a year old yet and his brother, my second youngest cousin, was only 4. Now they are 4 and 8 and I feel like I've already missed so much. My 8 year old cousin is already almost 5 foot. He's gone from the devil child to...well he can be really jealous for attention but he's developed his own personality and I love him to death. My 4 year old cousin is smart as hell. I think that it's part of being a second child. He's learning stuff so fast. And I was doing well on converting him to being a Jets fan.
Great news: It's six-figures. SIX
Bad news: It's in Afghanistan. Just now that I got an email informing me of training I have to get just to go there, not even job training, has had me shaking for the past 45 minutes. I was going through all the requirements. Physicals, shots (including Anthrax), vision stuff (for the eye lenses in my gas mask), etc. I've known it would be mad dangerous even if I don't have to leave the base I'll be on but just now it hit me how damn serious it is.
Oh, and I'm going for that training next month. Meaning I'm going to be gone for Christmas I think. Away from all my family. When I was in college, the hardest part wasn't being away from all my family though. It was only two hours and even though I didn't go home all the time, I was able to call everyone so that didn't bother me. It was missing my younger cousins grow up. When I left for college, my youngest cousin wasn't even a year old yet and his brother, my second youngest cousin, was only 4. Now they are 4 and 8 and I feel like I've already missed so much. My 8 year old cousin is already almost 5 foot. He's gone from the devil child to...well he can be really jealous for attention but he's developed his own personality and I love him to death. My 4 year old cousin is smart as hell. I think that it's part of being a second child. He's learning stuff so fast. And I was doing well on converting him to being a Jets fan.

Most people aren't even brave enough to move more than 50 miles from where they grew up. The money is nice but the opportunity to be immersed in another culture(to an extent-IIRC you'll be in a safer area with a large population of Americans)-that is not something you pass up, as it happens maybe once or twice in your life. I wonder if the people yelling at you aren't a bit jealous, or maybe regretting that they passed up a similar chance and don't want to hear from you how amazing it could've been for them....
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