I tend to get a little complacent once I’ve settled in somewhere new. When I first moved to New York, I couldn’t wait to tick things of my never-ending list of to-dos. Strolling through Central Park. Spending days exploring the Met. Walking the Brooklyn Bridge. Brunching somewhere new every Sunday. Unfortunately, working as an assistant in the fashion and entertainment industry meant twelve hour days. I had almost no free time for my first few months. With only four weeks left, I couldn’t believe how little I had actually seen. Creating my bucket list was a way to ensure I…