We Can't Get Enough

Little Sister and I wanted to take Baby Sister on a graduation trip.

The best graduation trip of all time was the graduation trip that my grandparents gave me and Older Sister. They took us and our mom on an all-expenses-paid adventure to Hawaii for ten days to visit my aunt and cousin. But since then, my grandfather has passed away, and my grandmother's health has dwindled, and such a thing wouldn't be plausible.

We thought about taking Baby Sister to Disneyland, but she's already been there many a time. We wanted to take her on a trip that was a little less ordinary.

We thought about taking Baby Sister to Disney World, since we've only been there once. But we weren't entirely satisfied with that idea.

We thought about taking her on a Disney cruise, but the ones in the summertime were too expensive.

We thought about taking her on a normal cruise, but we weren't sure how family-friendly and fit for three women alone a non-Disney cruise would be.

We thought about taking her to San Francisco, but both Baby Sister and Little Sister were there recently on school trips.

We thought about taking her to Boston, but the real attraction of Boston is the history, and Baby Sister doesn't care that much about history.

But then Older Sister got her internship. And we thought, "Hey...what if...if we didn't have to pay for housing and could sleep on the floor at Older Sister's place...that would cut the cost significantly. And then we could take Baby Sister to...to..."

So this morning, Little Sister and I got online and bought plane tickets to LaGuardia Airport. That's right, LaGuardia. In New York City.

We're going back to New York.

The trip we took last year was meant to be a once-in-a-lifetime kind of adventure. I'd never have dreamed that I'd be going back to NYC barely a year later. But the stars have aligned, not only in terms of being able to stay with Older Sister but also in terms of timing and finances.

This trip will be half as long as the trip we took last year and about half as expensive. It won't be last spring's grand rush around the city (in fact it will be a fairly modest affair) but I'm still ever so excited.

(And, before you ask, no, the Jim Henson exhibit in the Museum of the Moving Image still isn't open. And they have no idea when it's going to be open. I'm beginning to believe that the exhibit is a myth made up to scare and/or entice people, like the Loch Ness monster or Edward Cullen. In any case, it looks like my options are a) give up, b) return to New York City yearly to continue to check if the exhibit is opened, or c) check out the Jim Henson exhibit at the Center for Puppetry Arts in Atlanta. When I go to Atlanta. Which I actually have done on layovers flying to and from the previously-mentioned trip to Disney World. I spent two or three hours there waiting for flights. The water in the drinking fountains did not taste very good.)