I’m sorry, I’ll say that up front, as this post will be a RAMBLE. I’m not entirely sure what my train of thought here is, but after 18 months away (actually 40 months in real money) from WDW I am barely able to type without shaking. We’re coming home…the other home, the house of the Mouse.
After soooo long, it looks like we’ll be able to fly from the 1st November. Nothing confirmed, but that’s the likely date I’ve read from good sources and other little hints, bits and reading between the lines. Considering that my flight from Heathrow probably would have been cancelled in the next two weeks I am very, very relieved.
We’ve watched every vlogger under the sun in those 18 months and little will have escaped our attention, and I know that we’ll have all things Genie to worry about but I really don’t care! Just to be back again where I have always felt at my most happiest is enough.
There’s so many things in those 3 years, 4 months and 17 days will have changed - some good, some bad but many that will have not changed at all. Hearing American accents versus my southern England non-descript voice will be so good. Masks or no, I really, really do not mind at all.
It’s just exciting to be able to be excited about something. Good for the soul, y’know? I think I might actually cry when I get on that plane, probably when we land too. Will have to sniffle that tear away from my wife!
Anyway, I’ve missed you (yes, you!), but I’m coming home x