Every single trip I get Post Disney Depression- it is something I don't look forward to. The last full day of the trip is when it sets in... I have to be alone for a little bit and I just cry. Not sobbing like a baby cry, but I just look around and tears come. When we get on DME to head back to the airport, I cry again. I hate it. The depression lasts about 2 weeks.
I was like this last time, to be perfectly honest. I'd had a
really rough time within the last few months prior to the trip. I had gotten laid off (and therefore, we had to postpone our trip 5 months, boo), then found a new job a few months later, but I was lied to about what I'd be doing for the company, working on a team with people that hated me before they even got to know me, just because of the position I filled.
I'd been anticipating the trip OH SO MUCH, and drove my wife
crazy sending her links to look at Disney treats, attraction videos, and random Disney related articles. I didn't realize how much I'd been simply
obsessing about the trip until later. Then, on our last day, in Epcot, riding Soarin' for the last time, I had tears in my eyes as our 'glider' landed, and again, on the walk out of the park. We then thought we couldn't return for a few years, so I was even more bummed than usual. My wife teased me about it at first, but then told me on the bus 'home' (i.e. the resort) that she loves how much I love WDW and can't wait to see me introduce our kids (once we have them) to the magic in my own special way. My wife and I agreed that next time, we aren't going to let the depression hit us until we get home. Or so we plan...
Who would've thunk it that I'd be tearing up when leaving WDW when
I didn't even want to go the first time my wife and I went?
