I’m 18 days out and I’m in a (minor) funk because the planning is over and there’s nothing else to do now but wait. I’m voraciously devouring any Disney info (podcasts, YouTube, websites) to keep my spirits up.
I remember a similar funk earlier this year which got weirdly worse the closer departure day got, to the point that I almost didn’t want to go. Of course I had an amazing time once I was there.
Is it some weird psychological protection mechanism holding back your expectations so you won’t be disappointed?
When’s the worst part for you?