I did it with some kind of hopeless enthousiasm. When I applied for Disney the day before Christmas Eve, i was still working at the archives of my former library. My coworkers were the sweetest and they were asking me about my future path and those exams i had to take if i wanted to guarantee my way into books. But when i was at work, the only thing who helped me focus on my dreams were the few Disney podcasts i listened to while mechanically scanning sophisticated photos of another century.
Disneyland has always been a dream. Back in my house, when my day and the three hours of buses i need to take to come back were over, i played Disneyland Adventures and had my best life wandering into fictive but oh so immersive Critter Country or New Orleans Square, talking with Alice or Aurora. And my dream was just in front of my screen.
The day after, on Chritsmas Eve i was off to work and the first thing i saw while waking up was a notification on my phone: my application was valided and i had an interview just a month after! Best Chritsmas ever!!!
Now we are in August and it's been almost five months since i've started to work and live in the kingdom of my hearts and it's one of the biggest things that ever happened to me. I feel like i entered some kind of fairytale, my very own. It's filled with love, laughter, friendships, magic, thrills and so so many promising sunsets behind my favorite castle, like as many reflexions of all the delight i've found in everything since i landed here. 💛
👆🏻 𝘔𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘺𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 😻