![]() ![]() When I finally received an offer, I accepted it without hesitation, without seriously questioning why. For the better part of the past decade, my applications were rejected-yet the continent continued to beckon. But that siren was unfortunately guarded by the human resources departments of various Antarctic organizations. When I discovered there were jobs there, it felt like a door had opened to this mysterious land, that had always called to me like a siren in the sea. Antarctica had been on my radar for as long as I can remember. “Why willingly put yourself in an environment where it is cold enough to make your teeth split?” (Read Apsley Cherry-Garrard’s memoir, The Worst Journey in the World.)īeing asked this question repeatedly, including by my mom, forced me to stop and think. “Why subjugate yourself to living where you won’t see the sun for six months straight?” “Why go live at an isolated station far from friends and family, where the internet is only available eight hours a day?” ![]() When I told people I was traveling to the South Pole to live for a year on Antarctica, I received a mixed bag of responses. ![]()
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