I remember this topic being discussed a few weeks ago, and I thought it would be relevant to bring it up again since I'm going through WDW withdrawal...
When I was at Disney, I had fun; we enjoyed ourselves; the room was nice; the atmosphere was amicable and fun-filled...
But I mean, COME ON. Why does it take until AFTER your vacation before you realize how truly incredible and memorable it actually was?
This is week #3 after my trip, and I'm telling you the more I reflect on the vacation, the more I understand how truly blessed I was to be a part of the magic! Why can't I feel this way WHILE I'm there? I had a great time, but it kills me to think of how much more I could have enjoyed myself if I felt as I do now.
Who's with me?
When I was at Disney, I had fun; we enjoyed ourselves; the room was nice; the atmosphere was amicable and fun-filled...
But I mean, COME ON. Why does it take until AFTER your vacation before you realize how truly incredible and memorable it actually was?
This is week #3 after my trip, and I'm telling you the more I reflect on the vacation, the more I understand how truly blessed I was to be a part of the magic! Why can't I feel this way WHILE I'm there? I had a great time, but it kills me to think of how much more I could have enjoyed myself if I felt as I do now.
Who's with me?