I do get excited when we're driving under the arches, and seeing al the signs, and the billboards with the ride commercials. And I do get excited when we finally get our keys for the hotel/park. And I'm jumping up and down on the boat when we first get to MK, but for me, the only time it seems real - that I know I'm actually in Disney World, is when I first get through the train station at Main Street and I'm greeted with the sight of the Castle right in front of me. Seeing the spires are good, but there's nothing that beats the feeling of seeing the whole Castle.
How many months? 11? Maybe I can presuade my aunt to taking a day-trip when I go to Daytona in January to visit the college I'm going to go to.