Boy, it really sucks coming home from a WDW vacation, huh? Pretty damn depressing, because you realize that it's going to be a loooooong time until you're there again. Too long. Sure, you can try to lift your spirits by planning on the next trip. You can look at the pictures you took, watch the videos, write your trip reports. But that little bit of excitement it brings will wane quickly because there's all those long, Disney-less days ahead. You won't be waking up in a Disney resort room. The carefree days of deciding such simple things as which park to go to, which restaurant you're going to try, which attraction you want to go on first, are over. Now you have to worry about work, the bills, terrorist threats, SARS, the economy, doing laundry and yardwork. The heartwarming sights and sounds of a riverboat paddling it's way lazily down the Rivers of America, a steam train pulling out of the Main St. Station, the sound of the dog howling by the HM, Spectromagic, the sparkling golden spires of Cinderellas castle are all gone. Now you're back to a sea of SUVs and minivans clogging the roads, the only dog you'll hear is the annoying neighbor's mutt yapping to be let in, and there are no castles in your real world, just office buildings, houses and McD's golden arches.
No more fun, no more laughter. Back to the real world and the weight of it is resting squarely on your shoulders. Nothing to look forward to on the horizon. AI will be over soon. Survivor won't be back until the Fall. If only you had another couple days of Disney Magic. If only you could turn the clock back to the day you arrived at MCO. If only you were Sandy (gometros) But no, your vacation's over. Life sucks. Might as well pull the covers over your head and cry yourself to sleep.
Welcome back everyone!! Have a nice day.