One Step Closer

So close to the end, everything seems so surreal now. I've literally got 7 work days left here in the Happiest and most Magical Place on Earth. Exciting, yet sad. One part of me is saying, 'bring on the last shift and end this madness', but the other part i saying, 'please press the pause button (if there was one)'. My mind is reeling and I've actually got to start - wait for it - packing!! *dun dun dunnnn!* that word alone is cringeworthy enough.

Am I ready to say goodbye to this place and goodbye to Fantasyland? I am really gutted. The thought of saying goodbye to my fellow Fantasyland cast members is slowly killing me. Tears are welling up in my eyes as we speak and I'm getting slightly emotional, typing even faster now. I may never see these people again. Reading that really depresses me. I almost cannot accept it. I will not accept it. Sooner or later, I will come back, and I know it. I will come back to the US and though I may not see them back in Walt Disney World, I will plan on visiting them, eventually. I have fallen in love with all these beautiful people, and I don't know how to let them go. I am already anticipating that saying 'bye' will be THE most difficult part of the entire program.

Oh Orlando, why did you have to steal my heart away? Haha. I've been working soo much over the past few weeks that I am quite frankly, burned out. I haven't called in to work for more than 2 months and I think it's fair to say that I was due for one today =)

Christmas week was a bit harder than I thought. My Christmas Eve shift dragged and I felt drained the whole time. Finishing at 2:30am did not do me any good, and skyping with my family soon after I got home, resulted in waterworks. I did not mean to ball in front of them on Christmas day, but I was tired, I was lonely and I was hungry - plus, I had to go to Church at 7:30am, which meant that I only had like 2 hours' sleep max. It was a pretty terrible Christmas for me, but I had to keep in mind that others were probably going through the same thing, if not, even worse. Only one thought kept me pushing through on Christmas Day: 12 days. It was only 12 days til the end of the program, 12 days til my family come down, 12 days to what I would call, 'freedom'. I cannot wait! I got this. Of course now, there's only 7 workdays left and 10 days til my family arrive. Oh what bliss that would be...

Positive thoughts. That's all for now.

Til next time.

xx aBz