You get all of the inter-personal stress, all of the isolation from family and friends, all of the crappy food, all of the monotony … minus space, minus the thrill of visiting Mars, minus the adulation of school children. It reminds me of Uncle Shelby’s ABZ Book: “Do you want to visit the wonderful far-off Land of Oz? Well you can’t, because there is no Land of Oz, and there is no Tin Woodsman, and there is no Santa Claus! Maybe someday you can go to Detroit.”
She’s going to try to find an address where we can all send “cute, home-made, crayon thank-you cards” so the team can experience another side of being a space explorer. She’s promised to keep us posted on her progress.