Also, on this day and at this exact time a year ago, I was on a jet flying from Izmir to Istanbul to meet Nick at the airport for a 10-day vacation along the Turkish coast before returning home. Three days exploring Istanbul, a hellacious midnight bus ride, 5 days hanging out in Izmir, a visit to Ephesus, and a day-trip to Olu Deniz, one of the prettiest beaches and lagoons I've ever set foot on. God, I'd do anything for another 10 days like that. I guess everything's a trade-off, but I really enjoyed my time over there.
Instead, today I'm sitting at a desk on the 11th floor of an office building on 36th and 7th in Manhattan. It's the first day of summer, all the high school kids are finally out on vacation, and it's 85 degrees outside, yet none of that is really registering with me yet. I've been sitting at my desk since 9:15, but I haven't been given a single thing to do. Am I really getting paid to sit here quietly at my desk by the corner window?
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