Bucket Lists

Before I came to New York for the summer, I made a bucket list of what I wanted to do here this summer. I have nine days left and I've only crossed off two of those things. Somehow, I'm okay with that.

Those two things, in case you were wondering, were seeing the McQueen exhibit at The Met (kind of like a rush hour subway but with couture and the Schindler's List theme playing on loop in one part) and doing karaoke. They were really great, but honestly not the highlights of my summer. I've realized that when you're so focused on crossing things off a list, you miss out on other things that are happening around you, like ordering pizza at 11:45 pm on a weeknight in the park with your friends, as surprise Bastille Day fireworks go off on the river. Or swing dancing in Lincoln Center. Or making friends on fire escapes.

I think I'm abandoning bucket lists forever, starting now. They're stressful and keep you on a straight path, when you could be looking around and taking detours. I would burn the one that I made, but I don't want to set off the smoke alarm and I'm not one for theatrics anyway. But I will rip it up and throw it away. Because while I only crossed two things off of it, it's still been a great summer.