Trigger warnings, heavy stuff:

It was contracted work for set periods of time with no human resources and no way to leave without paying back the "costs of getting us there" I made $800 a month and was sometimes not fed because food went bad or had to be served to higher ranking people. Room was shared bunk accommodations with people that all spoke different languages but generally we all knew some English.

Like it was good sometimes. I met people and I traveled and learned to empathize beyond borders or identity but I also got raped and had my rapist rewarded which was common since it happened to friends I made as well who didnt all survive. I lost good people and watched assholes brag about their cruelty forgetting their was an american who could understand them and their goals in the room.

Life is a combination of what you make of it and the world around you. It was gonna be shitty for me no matter what. And giving myself a smaller routine was nice and so was the bigger environment to learn about myself. And I made the best of it. But knowing that, I can't say it was amazing. I can say it works if that is what you need. Heck you can always run away to the carnival but its just different than "real" life not a new life.

Still better than the military I guess.