I bet you’ve felt like this before. You go somewhere new for a week and it feels like you’ve been gone for a year. That week is full of extraordinary sights, surprising firsts and humor in the little differences from home. It’s thrilling and eye-opening. It’s tiring and lonesome. That’s the kind of week I’ve had. But I’m starting to get my bearings: I know Secunderabad from Hyderabad; I sang my favorite karaoke songs on Thanksgiving night with new friends; I now know “curry” means something a lot more specific than I had previously thought.
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