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It's the calm before the electric surge of New York City. Tomorrow I will be on the eighteen hour bus journey yet again, but this time with a different companion. The giddiness is beginning to set in. I am hoping that the city will breathe new air into my lungs and inspire me to climb out of this hole. Maybe I won't even return. New York is the beating heart that keeps America's blood flowing through its arteries and veins, perhaps it can act as a defibrillator for my own still heart. New York, I love you!