I miss Mickey Waffles.

and Disney. 

I miss strolling through the parks after work to wind up either beneath the fireworks in Magic Kingdom or at Fantasmic in Hollywood Studios. 

I CAN’T WAIT TO EAT AT EARL OF SANDWICH IN DOWNTOWN DISNEY.

I’m going to cry when I go to Disney in September with my family.

No.

I’m actually going to bawl my freaking eyes out and I won’t even feel ashamed. Not one bit. Because that place is home to me.

Well, one of them. Or, rather, it was my home, and I learned and grew from so much there.

I can’t wait to cry tears of joy to be back.

I can’t wait to smell the candy and popcorn immediately upon entering through the gates onto Main Street.

Most importantly, I can’t wait to be happy naturally no matter what because that’s what that place does to me. I never got sick of Disney in the 6 months I was there because it was actually some sort of “magic” that changed my spirits and perspective.