Since I was a kid I have wanted to visit New York City. I have wanted to see this place that I have visited so many times on screen in person. I have wanted to pack a bunch of Broadway shows into a few days, stroll through Central Park, see how tall the Statue of Liberty actually is.
I leave tomorrow.
I have tickets to one play and three musicals, I have passes for Madame Tussauds and a hop on hop off bus tour. I plan to walk through Central Park and visit the memorial to John Lennon. I’m going to visit The Strand book store because famous book stores are great.
I’m going to trek to the Museum of the Movie Picture and spend some time with Jim Henson. I might cry there.
I have been planning this for weeks now, but the disbelief has just started tonight. I fly out tomorrow morning, early. And then I’m going to be in New York. I’ll just be there, surrounded by New York things.
I will have seen two Tony Award winning musicals and Bette Midler on stage.
By the time I come home, I will have felt love, passion, sadness. There will be heart swelling and tears.
And while I am seeing Hello Dolly, I will be coming home without having fallen in love.