Until I was in my early 30s, I basically had no personal life. I spent most of my time in Iraq, Afghanistan, Darfur, Congo, Lebanon, Libya, just going from assignment to assignment and just never — I would go home. I had boyfriends, but I sort of would leave them at home and come back every three months and say, “Hi,” and do my laundry and leave. Because there was no other way to do it. It’s such a competitive job.  It’s also, I was in a very different mind frame. I mean, when I would spend three months in Iraq, it was hard to come out and just sort of relate and try and have a life, when all I wanted to do was go back.