We’ve all done a bit of splurging in our lives. Booked that holiday when you were already looking forward to another one. Bought the shoes that you were dreaming about for weeks. Or finally decided to buy those headphones, even though your others work perfectly fine.
Today, I did that, though it was a bit more extreme.
What is the most expensive thing that you’ve ever purchased? If you’re lucky, it might be a house, or maybe a car.
For me, it is a MacBook Pro and I could have collapsed on the floor when I put my PIN number in the card reader, seeing that the little screen read a figure that was well over £1,000. It was more expensive that the only car I have ever owned. Yes, this little thing that my fingers are clattering away on to write this is my most expensive purchase to date.
Do I regret it?
No-one should ever judge your interests. It’s fine if you’re into kite surfing, dungeons and dragons, or running ultra marathons. But there are definitely certain hobbies that will raise an eyebrow, and it seems like saying that you love Disney might be one of them. Maybe it’s because it sounds like I go home and watch Cinderella all day (in reality, I rarely watch the films and spend a lot more time watching vlogs of Walt Disney World). I think it’s time to say that any hobby is really okay.
As you may know, I went to my first blogging event at the end of June. Everyone was so lovely and easy to chat to, and naturally most conversations started with blog content. Most were lifestyle, some were food, and since we were at a crafting event, some were on arts and crafts. My little corner of the internet doesn’t fit into one distinct category, so I told the truth. “It’s a bit of lifestyle, a bit of travel… and also Disney,” I would tell people when they asked. Everyone would cling onto this last category as it’s a bit different. Again, everyone was very kind at the event, but I could see that people were perhaps wondering why I was blogging about Disney as a single woman with no children (no-one ever said this, but some were definitely surprised).
But it is not weird in the slightest for people in their 20s, 30s and beyond to have a love of Disney. This is why.
The easiest way for me to see how I’ve grown up over the years is to compare photos of myself at Disney. I said this aloud the other day and realised how lucky I am to be able to say that. For so many, a trip to Walt Disney World in Florida is a distant dream, or a once-in-a-lifetime trip. Thankfully, I had parents who were willing to put aside a lot of money to go on international trips to America and I am so glad that they did.
Some will say that it’s a waste of money, and they might be right. I definitely can’t remember exploring Minnie’s house when I was three years old, and neither can I differentiate between the time that I met Mickey Mouse aged nine versus the time that I met him aged 12. What it has given me, though, is knowledge of the wider world, the knowledge that there is somewhere close to utopia on earth, and that there will always be a place I can call home across the Atlantic.
Some will laugh at how much Disney meant to me while growing up. But if you dig a little deeper, it makes a bit more sense. As a child, the only places you consistently go are around your hometown; to the shops, your grandparents, your school. Orlando became one of those places that I would recognise and add into my routine. Even though there weren’t weekly visits, or even yearly ones, it became familiar. And that familiarity makes it home.
Some will laugh at the fact that I think biennial trips to America has had a wider impact on my life, but I think it has made me into a more positive adult. I always see the bright side of things, even though I do love to moan, and I try to treat people as I would like to be treated. I believe there is a magic in the world. I try to see the beautiful in the everyday. Above all, I know that working hard and saving harder can get you what you want. This year, I’m paying for a two-week holiday to Florida for the first time in my life. It will be the produce of months of hard work at my first ever job. I already can’t wait to sit on that plane and know that I have earned everything that is coming my way through my own efforts.
I’m so glad that my parents thought it would be a great idea to take three-year-old Lisa on a plane for nine hours, and love it so much that they decided to take me back three years later – this time with my baby sister in tow as well. While I may not be able to remember every detail, I know I’ll always be thankful that I was able to grow up at Walt Disney World.
Did you ‘grow up’ at Disney? Do you think it has had an impact on your wider life?