Today it hit me a little harder than I was expecting.

nobodylovesringostarr:

I miss Disney.

I miss checking my schedule on the hub

I miss up late and trying to assemble a full costume out of the mess in my room

I miss Funnel cakes from American Adventure to France, ending up with a trail of sugar behind me.

I miss trying to walk through the sea of guests after a PM shift at cSpot, waving a magical night to everyone as an excuse for them to let me pass, and once backstage, running my ass off to clock out in time.

I miss petting Pluto and asking him to lick stickers for “extra stickyness” to little guests.

I miss taking the FriendShip to BoardWalk, and seeing it all lit up.

I miss sneaking into the expensive resorts and making promises of how I’m going to stay there for the Holidays someday.

I miss my fellow cast members, especially the incredible entertainment team at Epcot.

I miss signing in without having to say my name, because they already know it.

I miss going to the parks on my days off, and still feeling the urge to pick up ta napkin, or a map from the floor and throwing it into a trashcan.

I miss going to bed every night, knowing that the next morning will be the best day of a lot of epople’s life, and that I’m going to be a part of it.

I miss the smiles, the laughs, the songs. As much as I miss the pressure and the yelling.

But most of all, I miss how BIG Diney is.

How you are sure to always be amazed and surprised, every single day. How there’s always some place you never went to, something you never did.

How you can feel the history in every ride, every park, even a lonely bench at the corner of Liberty Square, you know that somewhere in the world, someone has a treasured memory about it.

I miss it all. And that’s good. it just makes my wish to come back to stay, even stronger.