There needs to be a psychological term for what I'm feeling about the Moana walkthrough, which is similar to how I felt when New Fantasyland, Space 220, Ratatouille, MMRR, the Polynesian entrance/monorail station, and other projects got postponed or extended, or were finished but left to rot until some magical date that Disney wanted to debut them (always occurring
just after my family visited).
When Disney does this stuff, I find that instead of getting excited about the project, I get so dismayed by the snail's pace of the work that I not only temper my excitement, but refuse to take any pleasure in the project at all, or even to follow its progress, for fear of additional disappointments with the inevitable news of additional delays or downgrades. Where the project was initially supposed to be finished or opened by my family's next trip, but isn't going to be, the disinterest actually turns to resentment and the feeling of being cheated.
For lack of a better term, I'll just call it Disney Anhedonia, and although on some level I want to keep up with what's going on,
Torn-Up EPCOT: Journey Through My Forties (which is what Moana and the demolitions that preceded it have become, to me) is taking way more of a toll on my psyche than it should!