The Best Part

I am constantly asked: "what was your favorite part?" There is no way that I could answer that question in a normal conversation. 

The best part were the people that I not only became friends with, but completely fell in love with. As a strong believer in fate, I know that this world brought us together on purpose.  And when I say I fell in love I don't mean in a boyfriend girlfriend way. I mean that I found several individuals I want to spend the rest of my life with. I found people who know and understand every one of my quirks. I found people who forgave my worst flaws and helped me recognize my greatest strengths. People who would do anything to help me in a time of need. People who make me laugh and cry and and scream and dance. 

The best part is that even those I didn't have a chance to fall in love with brought joy and knowledge to my life. The people who I knew for 7 months but never saw outside of work. The people who made me a part of their vacations and family memories. The people who stopped to thank me or tell me that I'm doing a good job. The people who understood that Disney was my job, but making magic is my passion. The people that I only had the pleasure to know for a month but made a lasting impression on me.

The best part was my roommate, who always listened and never judged. Who told me the truth when I needed it. Who stood by me even when I felt I didn't deserve her.

The best part was the nights I spent in someone's livingroom playing card games and laughing. The nights I spent with a large group of the friendliest girls and guys I've ever met. The nights I spent with my very best friends. The nights when I didn't get home until 5 am and I still wasn't ready for them to end. The nights I spent hours in a restruant talking and talking about anything that came to mind.  The nights when it didn't matter what we did or where we went as long as we were together.

The best part was my long phone calls from home. The phone calls that brought me closer to my mom, even when she was states away. The phone calls that helped me to learn about myself and my family.  The phone calls with my best friend from home who I continue to love and feel as close to as the day I left.

The best part was the support I recieved from all over.  The friends and family members who read my posts and viewed my pictures. Those who showed me that I am incredibly loved, and lucky to have people who care about me.  Those who followed my journey.

The best part is that although I had heeps of support, I was finally independent. That I earned my own paycheck and paid my own bills.  That I made my owns decisions and took responsibility for my own mistakes. 

The best part is that I can keep writing for hours about everything I did, learned, witnessed, tasted, created, and felt but there will still be more favorites. That this post could be a novel if I only had the time.

The best part of my Disney College Program is that even the absolute worst moments came with magic and love.  

The best part of The Disney College program is that I am sitting in a coffee shop tearing up as I write this, and I can't ever finish this post.