michaela mouse
Mouseketeer
- Joined
- Jan 5, 2004
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Explain this to me??? Why after a magical vacation at the happiest place on earth, I've sunk into a deep depression. I can't sleep, focus at work, and looking at vacation pictures is impossible. Is there a D.A. (Disney Ananomous) support group??? I think DISBOARDS is the closest thing I have and I need some support from my Disney peeps.....
It all started when we returned from a day of shopping at Downtown Disney and eating our last disney dinner last Sunday at Capt Jack's Oyster Bar. Side note: this place was a lot better when I was a teenager and my older sister by 5 years and I split from the parents and dined on scrimp cocktail and mussels while mom and dad were off doing whatever mom's and dad's do in Disney....charging things on the room card seemed so much cooler back then. Maybe because I wasn't paying for it...LOL
After dinner, we made our way back to the 2011 Dodge Minivan with only 3755 miles and stuffed our 6+ shopping bags in after folding down the 3rd row seats. We filled up the the tank at the nearest HESS station and made our way back the hotel for our final night sleep in the KINGDOM. Once we got back to the room...it got worse when it was time to pack up the sunscreen, kids snorkles and flip flops. Doesn't get any worse than this right? Since we procrastinated all day sipping adult beverages by the Jambo House pool, watching the kids go down the pool slide for the 204th and 205th time and trying not to think about the ugly world that will be greeting us when our vacation was finally over when our Southwest flight touched down at TF Green Airport in the capital city of Rhode Island. DW and I were up until midnight packing. Flight back to Providence left at 10am which meant a 6am wake up call by Mickey. Hearing that little Mouse's voice made a 36 year old man almost breakdown and shed a tear. DW and I knew this sadness would come at the end of our 7 days of bliss. Rather than prolong the pain we decided to take the first plane home. It is less painful that way. The worst part came when we walked out of the AKL for the last time. I prayed we wouldn't see any other families checking in, but we did. I held it todgether the best I could on the outside, but inside I was crying a river. The day of checkout IS THE WORST DAY AT DISNEY!!! Adjusting to the real world is tough. Making your own dinner, cutting grass, WORK, juggling kids schedules, homework....do I really need to go on....I have still not fully healed from the pain of checking out from the the AKL almost one full week ago and understand it will take time to heal. The stomachache is gone but why do I feel homesick when I'm at my own home????
It all started when we returned from a day of shopping at Downtown Disney and eating our last disney dinner last Sunday at Capt Jack's Oyster Bar. Side note: this place was a lot better when I was a teenager and my older sister by 5 years and I split from the parents and dined on scrimp cocktail and mussels while mom and dad were off doing whatever mom's and dad's do in Disney....charging things on the room card seemed so much cooler back then. Maybe because I wasn't paying for it...LOL
After dinner, we made our way back to the 2011 Dodge Minivan with only 3755 miles and stuffed our 6+ shopping bags in after folding down the 3rd row seats. We filled up the the tank at the nearest HESS station and made our way back the hotel for our final night sleep in the KINGDOM. Once we got back to the room...it got worse when it was time to pack up the sunscreen, kids snorkles and flip flops. Doesn't get any worse than this right? Since we procrastinated all day sipping adult beverages by the Jambo House pool, watching the kids go down the pool slide for the 204th and 205th time and trying not to think about the ugly world that will be greeting us when our vacation was finally over when our Southwest flight touched down at TF Green Airport in the capital city of Rhode Island. DW and I were up until midnight packing. Flight back to Providence left at 10am which meant a 6am wake up call by Mickey. Hearing that little Mouse's voice made a 36 year old man almost breakdown and shed a tear. DW and I knew this sadness would come at the end of our 7 days of bliss. Rather than prolong the pain we decided to take the first plane home. It is less painful that way. The worst part came when we walked out of the AKL for the last time. I prayed we wouldn't see any other families checking in, but we did. I held it todgether the best I could on the outside, but inside I was crying a river. The day of checkout IS THE WORST DAY AT DISNEY!!! Adjusting to the real world is tough. Making your own dinner, cutting grass, WORK, juggling kids schedules, homework....do I really need to go on....I have still not fully healed from the pain of checking out from the the AKL almost one full week ago and understand it will take time to heal. The stomachache is gone but why do I feel homesick when I'm at my own home????
