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Up until last night's dinner, I was excited about leaving for New York. I realize that dynamics change over time and expectations bend. I've worked so hard to even make the money to pay for the expenses. It wasn't easy for me to accumulate the funds. I've starved, sacrificed and sold my way to New York. Now, it seems like it doesn't mean too much anymore. I feel like I'm doing all of it in vain. I don't know. Maybe it'll change when we actually leave.