Can a Disney vacation be cathartic?
Short answer: yes.
Long answer: TK's new trip report.
It's so difficult to explain what this trip meant to me. Don't get me wrong, there were some tough moments, but there were some great moments, too. In fact, a couple of my best days ever were on this trip. I had the pleasure of meeting some incredible people, of sharing in the joy (and tumult) that is family, and of just being in the World.
I also ran around like a mad woman because my son, who previously had been so shy of things, was game for practically everything, and DH and I were so excited that he was that we toured like we haven't in years.
So it was a trip that was a combination of so many dichotomies. It was relaxation and running, it was laughter and tears, it was, in short, cathartic. Because when I came home, I felt as though something was different. And although I was still me, that things had changed. And I hadn't even turned thirty yet. And I'm really quite proud that the revelation came before the birthday, because I was more open to embracing it and all that it meant.
A new phase. A new beginning. A new horizon.
But all good beginnings must start somewhere, and to truly move forward, we need to know where we've come from.
It took me this long to be able to write about the trip, and I plan to do it justice.
I will not, however, be doing your traditional blow by blow account of the trip. Although my chapters will be chronological in nature, they will not entail everything we did. For instance, I will spare you the details of who showered first, or exactly what time it was when we did things. The first because do you really need to know and the second because unless I have a fastpass, I don't know what time it is, as I don't wear a watch.
Pirate.
Anyway, my plan for this trip report is this. I want to give you my memories. My incredible, wonderful memories. I'm going to share with you, in great detail, the highlights from this trip. And trust me, there are many.
So many of you have blessed me with wonderful compliments about my writing, saying that when I write, you feel like you're actually there.
I hope to live up to that with this report. I want you to laugh with us, and shake your head at my four year old's antics, and drool over my own Jack Sparrow.
I want you to wonder why this was cathartic, when my defection occured, and what the weirdest thing I've ever done in the Grand Floridian lobby was.
And most of all, I want to show why not all treasure is silver and gold. Why some things are so precious that it almost defies logic, defies reason, defies rational thought.
Passion.
Love.
I loved these moments, these memories from this trip. The good and the bad. And I didn't wave at them as they passed by. I lived them.
I invited you to live them with me now.
Next Chapter
Excited to hear about all of your experiences!
