It’s a mixture of wanting to repeat those memories that I think will stay with me forever, with the knowledge that I know I could make my next trip even better than the last one now that I know what I’m doing. I rushed so much of the last trip that it was a bit of a blur and I want to go back and smell the roses. And do FOP again. And Spider-Man. And see Hogwart’s one more time. (Yeah, it’s not just WDW for me.)
And I’m still not over the Cobb salad at HBD. I’d never even heard of one before my trip. And when I saw it! Wow. It was incredible.
Ugh. I want to go tomorrow, but I want to wait until all the new stuff is built and bedded in. But I hated the flight. (And — forgive me — but the US is in a kind of weird place at the moment and it feels a bit weird going there.)
I’ve tastelessly said to myself that when my dog — who is currently staring at me and I don’t think he’s impressed by this thought — passes on (he’s only seven, it’ll be a while, God willing) then I’m going straight to my travel agent and I’m getting on a flight within a week. I have empty credit cards lined up and ready to go!
Argh! What’s wrong with me?
@JJT is right. There’s something in those Magic Bands. I should seal mine away in a lead box.