Symptoms of PDD, Post Disney Depression

So I just arrived home from Disney and I’m full of MAGIC! We had the most amazing time in the Happiest Place on Earth and now I walk up to the front door of our house, scan my Magic Band… and nothing happens? Boom. I am not in Disney anymore.

Where is the little table by the door with our refillable mugs? Why aren’t our flip-flips piled together on the floor? How come our Mickey ears aren’t lined up along the shelf under the tv? Our trading pin lanyards should be hanging on the drawer handles. Where are the beds that someone else made, ready to welcome our tired bodies with crisp white sheets and Disney accented throws? Why doesn’t our phone have extra little buttons to call reception, mousekeeping, and concierge? Where’s my Disney pad of paper and pen?

“Oh Park Maps, where are you?”

Then I look outside… what is this brown and gray yuck? Where is the green grass? Where are the palm trees and all the pretty flowers? Where are the geckos hiding? Where are the hidden Mickeys in the sidewalk? Wait, what do you mean my sidewalks don’t light up at night and sparkle? Oh great, there’s a minivan in the driveway, not a Minnie Van! I can’t find a snack stand anywhere. Where are all the photographers with their tan vests and trading pins? I SEE NO BALLOONS!!

UGH.

I don’t even see anyone waving a white Mickey hand at me to welcome me home. I see no princesses. I see no fluffy characters wandering about. I hear no laughter echoing in the distance. I have to look at the clock for the time, instead of watching for fireworks and parades? My house does not smell like cotton candy and danishes.

I see no fast pass or standby lines leading to colorful, musical, thrilling, and fun attractions. I see doorways to the kitchen, the living room, and family room. And the bathroom? While cozier than what I just experienced… I have to flush the toilet myself?

What is that noise? The air-conditioning? Wait, no it’s the heater! And I have to pay for that to run? I’m still cold.

WHERE ARE THE RESTAURANTS? Oh no, this is not good!

Home. Yep, this is my address. This is where I live. But maybe my HOME is somewhere else. Maybe I need to make plans to go HOME again. I miss HOME. I miss my DISNEY!!

So where are my Photo Pass pictures? Ah, here they are…phew! I’ll sit down, put on some Disney music, and eat that Mickey Rice Krispy Treat I bought with my leftover snack credit. Then I’ll just look at my pictures 500 times and share them again 500 times on Facebook. Maybe I’ll survive ’til I start planning my next trip!