Yes, there is no feeling like finally arriving after months of anticipation. And it isn't just pulling into the resort: it's seeing green Central Florida scrubland and landscaped palms and gardens out the window as the plane descends after a boring flight, touching down in the still-sunny late afternoon and knowing it will be sunset by the time you get to the hotel, feeling just the tiniest kiss of warm air while exiting the plane and stepping onto the jet bridge, walking through the airport toward the Magical Express wearing winter jeans and sweaters, meeting your first cast members outside the ME boarding area (your first Disney queue of the trip!), boarding and finally setting off for Walt Disney World, partially watching the choppy / needs-to-be-updated Magical Express video but mostly looking out the window at the houses, schools, businesses just on the outskirts of Disney Word and wondering what it is like to live there, entering the property feeling you know the way but being mistaken as the bus turns off in an unexpected direction, and then finally pulling into the resort and disembarking into the warmth to walk through the entrance and lobby past cheerful families well into their vacation mode wearing swim shorts and flip flops and carrying refillable drink mugs -that's when the last bit of stress finally leaves (you'll build some more up in the week to come, of course) and it's enough for me just to sit around the resort that evening and soak it in.