Visiting Disneyland Paris

I was the kind of child who happily retreated to her bedroom. Sending me to my room was never a punishment. I loved it in there. My Saturday morning chores consisted of putting on a Disney Sing-Along Songs video, cleaning my room, and singing along like I was Cinderella.

One of the sing-along songs was of the Disney Park in California. The teacups & It’s A Small World were the rides I remember from that video. For the longest time it was a dream of mine to go. A dream I held off for a long time because I really wanted to go with my mom, but coming out of the pandemic really shifted the urgency in living my life. So with my mom’s blessing, John & I booked Disneyland Paris for Christmas Day.

WHOA BABY would I recommend Disneyland Paris on Christmas Day! Honestly, it will go down as one of the best gifts I’ve ever received at Christmas. The first being a toy doctors kit when I was 6 years old.

Those ears.

I have always wanted to wear those infamous ears! I guess I don’t really have to write too many words in this post because frankly you can see the pure joy beaming out of my face. So you know what- I’ll let the pics do the talking now, but I will say this -

I get it.

I get the Disney magic.

I get the vision Walt had for this work.

And if you haven’t been (Mom, I’m kind of looking at you when I say this) you need to go. It’s a trip worth saving up for, definitely.

Here’s another cool thing about this Disney trip - as I was stood taking this photo I realised that I’ve worked with Disney Studios. I totally have and it was a HUGE part of my career bucket list. And pretty much life, too. When I booked the VO for The Last Warrior, I was so anxious to even accept that I booked the job until I actually worked on the job. But visiting the Studios side of the park made me realise how much that really meant to me.

A LOT.

A WHOLE FRICKIN’ LOT.

I did it, you guys. I turned my dream into a do and did it.

Abrazos,

Kat xoxo

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