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I can’t wait to get out of Pune and back to Mumbai so I can head home. I used to love coming here, but a million little things are annoying me this time around.

Lee Park: I am a lucky, lucky man. I wake up on Thursday morning in a fog, my alarm blaring in my ear.

“Laura, I’m going to change jobs. I’m not happy doing this work anymore, and I haven’t been happy for some time.” I drop the bomb.

The Korea Society is located on the corner of Fifty-Seventh Street and Third Avenue in the same building with a bank. For a moment, I think I must be in the wrong place but then see the colorful signs ushering me to the eighth floor.

When I’m in Mumbai, my firm puts me up in the Sahara Star, a huge, modern hotel west of the airport. I like the place well enough even if it is overly extravagant for me.

I ignore my mother all Saturday morning and then she leaves to go back to Connecticut by herself without even saying goodbye to me. Fine.

I’m bringing my rolling bag into the bedroom to pack for the trip to Mumbai when my iPhone buzzes. —- Laura Merchant I’m home from the gym.

I practically skip into the office Monday, Tuesday, and especially Wednesday morning, I’ve never been so happy. Lee and I kept the conversation going over text the last two days.