Full disclosure: If I were to truly write about my dream tonight it would have to do not with adventures or scenery or roaming with my children. After logging 3700 miles and six weeks of travel this summer I returned to a house in desperate need of some sprucing up. And since we always stay away as long as possible, that means the sprucing (as in painting of most rooms and deep cleaning of most closets) has coincided with the start of school. So what I’m really dreaming of this week is rooms without piles, walls with pictures on them, and a general sense of order and quiet.
But then I remember that in less than a week I’ll be spending three days in Manhattan with my kids and thoughts of curtain rods and cleaning my file cabinets fly out the window in the face of romantic possibility. Because I know that I’ll be taking them to the Empire State Building.
They’ve both seen the building many times; it’s usually visible from the New Jersey Turnpike as we’re creeping to or from the George Washington Bridge, a symbol to them of all that’s alluring about the mysterious big city that we always drive past and never visit. They’ve also read the fabulous picture book Sector 7 by David Wiesner about the little boy who gets carried away on a cloud while visiting the observation deck with his class. I’m not sure if it’s the appeal of being up really high, seeing really far, or the possibility that a magical cloud or airplane might take us away also, but both of them really want to go up and up and up.
Although I dread the line to get in (which I myself have stood in on more than one occasion) I think that the promise of such enchantment will make waiting possible. In fact, I’m sure it is, since they both managed to wait over an hour to go up in the Eiffel Tower last summer. I’m also thinking that I may print off the Kids FAQ page from the website; it lists facts like how many bricks are in the building and how many people it took to build it, which I think will make for a fun trivia guessing game. I’m also planning to purchase our tickets to the 86th floor in advance, which should save us some wait time. From there, we can just enjoy the view or buy additional tickets to go up to the 102nd floor if the kids really need to go all the way up.
I’m keeping my fingers crossed that the weather will be clear one of the days we are in New York so that we can go when the view is at its best. According to the website it’s possible on really nice days to see as far as 80 miles. I’m a bit skeptical that we’ll see Massachusetts, Connecticut, New Jersey, and Pennsylvania while we’re up there, as the website also claims. But since this is a dreaming post, and since it clearly is a magical place, perhaps I’m mistaken. Maybe we will see all the way to our house in Delaware. From up there, it will look pristine.
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First photo courtesy of Magnus Nordstrom.