New York City
Dear reader, I can't decide which is worse: nurturing the delusional, never-to-be-realized intention to write three separate installments detailing the rest of our vacation--undoubtedly profound, moving tributes which at this moment curl like wisps of smoke in my mind and, if I'm being honest with myself, will only ever curl like wisps of smoke in my mind--OR, caving to the travesty of lumping three great cities (each deserving pages of homage unto itself, mosaics and carvings and reliefs of homage, odes and tomes, black tie optionals in which there's no sharing of the spotlight, no question as to who is the belle of the ball) into one thin spotlight and one measly ball.
I think you see where this is going, and it is a shame. It is a travesty and a shame! But it's where the vast, sweeping romance of my imagination gets caught like a gossamer gown in the cogs of reality, that merciless revolution of time which grinds away at my pretty delusions and keeps me eyeballing my watch like a rabbit on the run.
Sorry, am I being dramatic? It's just that Boston! New York City! Washington, D.C.! You deserve so much better than this! You deserve odes! You deserve poetry! You deserve desserts named in your honor: chocolate, clouds of whipped cream, pastries like air...it could never be enough!
At the very least you deserve your own, separate blog entry but the school year is upon us and it's all I can do to shore up morale for my three girls, ensure they have the exact right school supplies for the exact right occasion, ward off the emotional derailments lurking behind every corner, hope lunches pass inspection, pick up/drop off kids on time, prevent Winnie from wiping herself on my bedspread, drink enough water, cook and clean, refuse to fight the aging process (which makes no similar offer), not cheat at solitaire, ask myself if summer really happened and wonder, in passing, why my face has developed a twitch.
But I'm telling you, dear reader...whether it was a dream or not, I'd hardly know the difference. It was like a dream, visiting those beautiful, vibrant, dazzling, curious places! It was like a dream to be with my family, to have time away from daily cares, to hang out with my little brother who is the world's best host and lives in our nation's capitol.
Perhaps it's better to keep one's extolments to oneself, as I see I'm dangerously close to losing what I really mean to convey--something more like reverence for the principles of spiritual welfare and liberty we encountered throughout the journey from Palmyra, NY, onward and especially in Boston and Washington, D.C. Such profound events which shaped this nation's history! Such inspired ideals! My soul was stirred with many thoughts and it was poignant to have my family close, to observe how seasons of change are upon us all and to wonder if my footing is as steady as I need it to be.
I could probably arrive at many of these thoughts while sitting at home or alone in my beloved desert, but it was a gift to share this journey with the people I love, to see so many places of historical significance, so many types of natural beauty, so many neighborhoods, so many lives, so many fun and carefree moments, or as carefree as my mind can ever be...
It happened, it was like a dream, and I am grateful to have had it.