I decided to leave New York, and with that, I decided to leave a dream of mine behind. Or, to put it in different words, I’ve realized that the dream I had since I was very little is no longer MY dream. This realization was a shock at first because the dream of living in New York had been part of my identity for the longest time, and my ego wasn’t ready to let it go. However, the longer I stayed in the city, the more I realized how badly I wanted to leave.
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