I can pinpoint the exact moment of my quarter-life crisis. I was sitting in an Indian restaurant in my neighborhood with my friend J., who was also my coworker.
“It just seems like there should be more than this,” I said, trying to hold back the tears. “Did I really study Russian for all those years and get a Fulbright and wri…
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