In all my pissy ranting and raving, I forgot to mention the single most important thing that keeps me going: Sara. Without her, I wouldn’t have made it as far as I did in life. She has been so supportive and accepting of the fact that I travel constantly, and rarely get to see her, that it makes me feel infinitly lucky to have her.
There are too many reasons to list as to why I asked her to marry me, but just her putting up with all my shit is a huge one. I have a horrible habit of complaining about things until they get blown way out of proportion; and through it all, she just supports me. This is why I love her.