This week’s dreaming post has me a little closer to home. Less than three hours away in fact. But sometimes it’s those close-to-home places that get ignored, or if not ignored put off until some other time, “when it’s convenient” (like after the kids go to college). For our family New York City is such a place, much discussed because we do have dear friends who live there in apartment blocks similar to Lincoln Towers, and not visited for years although it is an easy drive, flight, or train ride from our domicile.
Who knows why New York has become a place we talk about and don’t visit. The last time we were in New York, I was pregnant with Teddy, Tommy was but a toddler, and the Plaza was still just a hotel. Tommy was more thrilled to ride the subway than anything else and we all crowded into our friends’ small apartment (this was back in the halcyon days when they also only had one child ). They live in one of the best NYC neighborhoods and that’s plain to see when you visit for yourself – sometimes, I do wonder about looking at properties here too! Our sightseeing on that trip was fairly minimal: a few hours in the Central Park Zoo, a quick trip to FAO Schwarz, and that was about it. The only restaurant food we ate was pizza. It wasn’t an expensive trip, certainly, and one that would not be difficult to replicate. Heck, at this point we could probably take the kids up there for the day, since neither of them naps anymore.
But I don’t really want to do a flying, on-the-cheap daytrip to Manhattan. No, I have a fantasy of spending a week there, staying somewhere really nice – maybe an apartment maintained by someone like nycapartmentmanagement.com, and living it up. This would preferably happen during the holiday season (which is why this is a fantasy because such a trip would cost a small fortune) so that we could see the show at Radio City Music Hall and the tree and ice skaters at Rockefeller Center. On this trip we would also be sure to visit:
- Lincoln Center, where we would see the New York City Ballet’s Nutcracker. One of my favorite childhood memories is putting on a velvet dress with a blue sash and going to see this with my mother after I had spent hours poring over the book A Very Young Dancer by Jill Krementz. With two boys I wouldn’t get to dress anyone in velvet, but I think they would both love this confection of a ballet.
- The American Museum of Natural History. Can anyone say Dinosaur Halls? To say nothing of the planetarium. Or the fact that the exterior is the museum from the movie Night at the Museum.
- The Metropolitan Museum of Art. I would get my fix of the Impressionists, Matt could take in all the 18th-century decorative arts, and the boys could go inside a pyramid. Art museums don’t get any better than that.
- And of course Central Park, with its zoo, playgrounds, ponds, and paths.
My question for you this week is what wonderful place is right under your nose but somehow unattainable? Maybe if we all articulate these easy dreams our collective energy will help them to come true.
I’d also love to hear from all of you about your favorite NYC landmarks to see with kids, or any suggestions for hotels and restaurants. Maybe then we’ll motivate to get up there one of these days. Until we do, this photo of Tommy and me will just have to remind me of when we were a slightly smaller and more portable operation and could more easily do a weekend jaunt to The Big Apple.