It's really weird b/c it never really hits me.
I get excited during the time leading up to my trip. But forget it, once I get there I feel like I'm in a wonderful dream, like it's not really happening.
And then once I get back it feels like it never went anywhere at all! It's so depressing.
That's why I have to keep going back, b/c it goes by too quickly and I'm waiting for that one trip to come where I realize that it's real, I am really there, and it doesn't ever feel like it never happened.
But who knows, maybe that's part of the mystery of WDW, how it makes me feel that way, when no where else I've ever been has done that to me.