I'm still not sure whether we will be able to go to New York. The hotel prices are making my hair stand on end. And, I'm finding that there is not much availability for Thursday night. Tomorrow night we find out if we have a chance at flying standby.
Last night we had all but given up. I'm embarrassed to say that I came home after a long day at church and cried. I don't know why this is so important to me. We can go other places. My husband mentioned Galena, Illinois, a lovely little town we have talked about visiting. We talked about going to Des Moines, or Boston, or back to Philadelphia, where I complained about all the things we didn't get to see.
Last night, after my good cry, my friend from New York called. She was pretty upbeat in the midst of it all, reading off hotel names, and promising us they would show us a good time. She said she had heard of an inexpensive place where we might be able to stay, and she would email me the information today.
Today she sent an email about the Seafarer's and International House. It's not a luxurious place by any means. Actually, I stayed there way back in 1981, and it's a little... well... different. But it's safe, and it's clean and it's cheap! The note said: make sure you make reservations early. And her email said, "this isn't early, but maybe God wants you to come to New York, and they will have an opening."
That made me smile.
They didn't have an opening, though. Do you suppose that means God doesn't want us to come to New York?
Maybe there will be a time when our financial situation will be better. Right now, I'm looking into a hotel call the Milburn Hotel. It's expensive too, and there isn't a room for Thursday, but maybe...
Or maybe, I should just tell dear husband that we can go to Galena...