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I was 26 the first time I went to Coachella. My friend Alyssa and I had been talking about it for years—money, work, life always got in the way. That year, everything finally lined up. Flights booked. Airbnb rented. We were going to do it right. The first two days were perfect. Music everywhere. Lights. People dressed like they didn’t belong in this world. It felt like stepping into a dream… or a different reality entirely. By the third day, we were exhausted. But it was the last day, and nei