OK let me just start off by saying that I’ve never applied to NASA, or anywhere else to be an astronaut or anything close. You actually have to be a rocket scientist to do those things, and I fall quite short of the requirements.
This morning, I told my husband I took a silly online quiz about what my “real” profession should be, and I got astronaut. His response was, “How would you handle your fear of heights?” I replied that I wasn’t sure (and perhaps it’s so high and without gravity it’ll be different? I don’t know). The quiz said because I was logical and also because I like to be alone I should be a space cowgirl.
Our discussion quickly turned over to Mars and how they are going to send four people on a one way rocket ticket to start colonization. Some people plan on leaving their families if they are picked – like, their children and spouses!
Zach said he could never commit to never seeing Earth again no matter what, but I think I could. If I wasn’t married, didn’t have dogs, and got to see all the places on Earth I wanted to, I could totally do it.
That’s because the whole outer space thing fascinates me. To me, Mars is the TARDIS and I am my own Doctor, doing something no one else is able to do. I will apologize for the serious nerd vomit I just committed.
Fortunately, I have things in my life that DO keep me grounded (to Earth). I love all those things. And honestly, I’d rather just write science fiction than live it.
But I’ll be watching those four in wide-eyed wonder.