Here is my worry. I didn't mind being gone. I enjoyed it. My girlfriend of 7 years didn't mind either. We had a hard time adjusting once I was furloughed. My fear is this, as I understand it, EVERYTHING changes once you have kids. And if we have a kid and I HATE being away flying I might have given up a great oppotunity.
I wish my Dad hadn't drilled into me that, "If you enjoy what you do, you will never work a day in your life." I never felt like flying was work. But everyday I wake up for this managment job I groan.