When I was 21 years old, I visited New York City for the very first time. I was immediately enamoured by the bigness and the busyness. It was both polished and grungy at the same time, which I absolutely loved, and I spent the majority of my trip wandering around with wide eyes, just soaking it all up. And it was during this initial, awe-filled trip that I met Bryan. He sold me my ticket to the museum I was visiting, and...