There’s this trip I take from time to time. It’s not a work trip. It’s not some luxury getaway. It’s more…obligatory. And every time I go, I brace myself. The food’s not what I love. The days feel long. The conversations fly around me in a language I don’t understand. I start the countdown to leaving before I even arrive.
And you know what? I always end …
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