Think about it. The months (in some cases years) of planning your dream cruise vacation. The anticipation of pulling into port and seeing your disney ship for the first time and knowing you will spend the next several magical days on it. Walking into the terminal for the first time and checking in to get your KTTW and lanyard. Next, walking through the yellow mickey head shaped gateway, down the long hallway all the while seeing the welcome banners. Having the CM's announce your family as you walk into the huge beautiful atrium. And that is just day 1. You know there is so much to explore, eat, and be entertained with. Then it hits you like a ton of bricks. You picture the last night of your cruise. Packing all of your clothes and personal belongings back into the suitcases. Carefully wrapping the fragile souvenirs or FE gifts you got so they don't break. Knowing that in the morning, your vacation will be ending and you will be making the seemingly long journey off the ship, through customs, and back to reality?! The "Walk of Shame" (see below) as myself and my brother calls it (I'm sure some of you do too). "Dis" brothers and sisters, its enough for your humble narrator/author of this thread, to be sad before even setting foot on the ship. Will I be spending my 7 day vacation with a "countdown" clock in my head? Everyday telling myself: 6 days left,5 days lefts, 4 days left, etc...Taking away from the happiness and the carefree life I should be living on the cruise? After spending the last few months of my freetime here on the disboards, reading cruise trip reports, there's no questions the saddest part of all of them is when they describe their feelings on the last night and disembarking day. Lets call this post an "intervention". What can I do to help with my fear? How did you guys handle it? Or how will/would you handle it? *Walk of shame* So a few years back, myself, DW, DS, DD, brother, and sister took a trip to Disneyworld. As we pulled into our resort on the magical transportation bus we looked around and saw famililes pulling their luggage up to the stop to be picked up. Me and my brother noticed the look on their faces of sadness and disappointment. I hate to say this, but we laughed and dubbed it "The walk of shame". We told each other that was going to be us in 5 days. And sure enough thats what happened. On the last day of our trip, after checking out of POR, we were on our way outside to the shuttle stop to wait to be taken to the airport. On the way, we looked at each other and started laughing because we knew the next set of families, pulling up on the bus, were now looking at the expressions on our face and laughing.