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My flight lands at JFK in New York on schedule. At least something is going right for once.

“I can’t believe I broke up with Lee. Why would I do such a thing?

I stare at the dark iPad for a long moment and then down at my phone on the table. —- Lee Park Please talk to me.

Lee’s Thursday morning, my Wednesday evening, I rush home from barre class, practically running down the streets even though my legs are made of jello. My Korean cooking class with Nicole was moved to next week, and I had nothing to do but exercise.

I’m browsing the bookstore at the airport before my flight leaves when my iPhone buzzes. —- Laura Merchant Does your flight leave soon.

The lasagna is almost ready by the time my iPhone buzzes. I peek into the oven and the top is bubbling away, cheese and sauce dotted with mushrooms and spinach that I lovingly put together last night in prep for my guests this evening.

Friday night, the evening before I take off and head back to Seoul, I treat all of my colleagues to dinner and drinks in Pune. When you travel like I do, wining and dining the client as much as possible is part of the job description, but these nightly business excursions also stand in the way of me seeing the places I travel to.

I had my new camera in my hands on Tuesday and brought it with me to Korean class to show Nicole. I love Korean class.