Like all of you, I have friends who have asked me the same thing or made the same snide comments time and again. In fact, they practically held an intervention during a cocktail party. I felt ambushed when I was surrounded by just about everyone I knew who kept throwing barbs my way. It was ridiculous.
So I simply pointed and said to each, "Rocco and Diana, don't you guys go to Cancun every year? Tom, don't you and Roberta go to the Hamptons every WEEKEND? Evan, don't you and Tarra do cruises almost exclusively, at the same time, each year? Chris, don't you always go to the same spa/resort in San Francisco?" And on and on until they saw my point. Shut them up pretty quick I might add!
Another time, I was spending time with an old friend, boring him to no end about our most recent trip to WDW. His comment was, "I can't believe you guys go all the time. Aren't you sick of it? Aren't there too many kids?" And then, with surprising bitterness and a little sneer, "I can't believe you waste so much money on something so... stupid."
Well, that did it. I made him shut up and launched into my story that some of you may have heard. I explain that Disney has been there throughout my life, through watching the Wonderful World of Disney (in COLOR!) with my older brother every Sunday night, to my first movie (Fantasia), to my first books, and more. And how I took my little brother to his first movie (101 Dalmations). How, when we moved to Japan, leaving our friends behind, in an effort to comfort us, my father took us to
Disneyland. And how, upon returning six years later, once again leaving friends behind, first place we went to as a family was Disneyworld. About Gradnight with my best buddies in high school. A gift to myself upon graduating from college. Taking my little brother as a gift to him when he graduated from high school. Family trips. My proposal and subsequent engagement. Secretly holding hands on Spaceship Earth. Strolling the resorts with my best friend and partner for life.
I exlained that I was raised in a Naval family. I didn't have a hometown to call my own. I couldn't share stories of friendships established in kindergarten. I don't have memories that others have. Only something other military brats would or could ever really understand.
But Disneyworld and Disneyland has always been there. And when I walk down Mainstreet, I feel at home. I feel the same comfort that others experience walking into the house they grew up in. I feel the satisfaction of knowing that my problems are behind me, albeit temporarily.
Some people, as adults, can walk into their childhood home, sit at the same kitchen table, and chat with their schoolhood pals. I can't. But I can visit Disneyworld. It's my personal hometown.
After finishing my story, I kid you not, he sat quietly with a glisten to his eyes and said, "Now I want to go too...."