A love letter to soundtracks, nostalgia, and the magic that calls us home. So by now most of you know that Disney is the thing that drives me. I’m always thinking about my next trip or my next cruise. I cried when I met Belle. I get all the feels — and in my last blog, I talked about escapism. Because let’s be honest: the world can be harsh and chaotic, and sometimes you just need a place that feels magical and exciting, even if it’s only for a moment. I think that’s why so many of us come to spaces like this, looking for “our people.” We want a place where we can be ourselves without shrinking. A place for unapologetic joy — the kind that settles right into your heart and your soul. It’s the same reason we hyperfixate, rewatch the same shows, or blast the same song on repeat. Who needs variety when one loud, passionate, heart‑thumping melody gives you everything you’re looking for. So what is it that Disney music does to our brains? Why do we keep coming back to these songs and suddenly thinking, oh wow, this is really good even when we’ve heard them a thousand times. It doesn’t matter the genre, the era, or the lyrics — there’s this underlying continuity that threads everything together. From the soft “La La Lu” lullaby in Lady and the Tramp, to King Louie’s jazzy chaos in The Jungle Book, to the power‑ballad punch of Let It Go, to the pop‑bright confidence of Turning Red — it all carries a recognizable emotional signature. A feeling that calls us home. 🎵 The Magic of Leitmotifs Disney uses music to build worlds. And as I was digging into this idea a little, I learned a new word I want to share with you (apologies if you already knew this): leitmotif. The term comes from German — leit meaning “leading” and motif meaning “theme.” It’s basically a musical signature — a little melody or rhythm that represents a character, emotion, or idea. Once you know it’s there, you start hearing it everywhere. And suddenly it makes sense why Disney music feels so familiar, so cohesive, so emotionally charged — these tiny musical threads are quietly stitching the whole world together.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve moved from one obsession to the next like it was my full‑time job. I don’t “kind of” like things — I deep‑dive, hyperfocus, and emerge weeks later with a new personality and a small pile of merch. Anything that sparked emotion in me became my entire world for a while. And honestly? It still does. My first great love was music. I was a child of the 80s, which meant Michael Jackson wasn’t just famous — he was the cultural event. I had every album, every doll, every VHS tape. If it had his face on it, I owned it. I even have a vague, dreamlike memory of the Disney ride, like a fever dream of sequins and space. That era was my first taste of what it felt like to fall completely in love with something. Then came country music. Yes, I know — not the plot twist you were expecting. But I had every album, wrote fan letters, and wore cowboy boots like I was auditioning for a life I absolutely did not live. It was a whole era. Cue my teen years, when being cool wasn’t cool, and I fell headfirst into The Beatles. Wrong decade, wrong generation, zero regrets. I collected everything: mugs, albums, blankets, toys, movies, tin lunchboxes. If it had a yellow submarine on it, it was coming home with me. In my twenties, the pendulum swung again — this time straight into the sun‑soaked world of Jimmy Buffett. Growing up in Jersey, going “down the shore” was practically a personality trait, so beach music felt like destiny. I finally had a word for what I’d been chasing all along: escapism. I collected the albums, the shirts, the memorabilia. I still have an entire room in my house that is aggressively, unapologetically Key West green. But here’s the thing I didn’t understand until much later: every obsession was about the same thing. Joy. Emotion. Imagination. The stuff that makes life feel bigger and brighter. I’m a very privileged, very spoiled (in the best way) human. I work hard, I’m educated, and I don’t struggle. That puts me in the unique position to — as Gazelle would say — “try everything.” I don’t have kids, but my students keep me up to date on trends whether I ask for it or not. And somewhere along the way, I circled back to Disney.

Hello Everyone! My name is Caroline and I decided to do a Blog post of basically what there is to know about me. Some of this might be a repeat from what I have posted but it might eventually get buried in here and there’s also some things I have not mentioned that I will mention in here. I am 34 years old, so I am a millennial. My astrological sign is a Virgo. ♍️ My favorite TV shows mostly have ended, but here are some of them. Present 👑Bridgerton 👑Hazbin Hotel 👑Emily in Paris Past 👑Glee 👑Lizzie McGuire 👑Hannah Montana 👑House of Cards 👑Once Upon a Time 👑Reign 👑Riverdale 👑Full House This is my entry for this week. Look forward to sharing more in blog posts in the upcoming weeks.

The very first blog entry is officially up, and I’m so excited to finally open the doors to this new corner of our clubhouse. This is the start of what I hope becomes a fun, creative collaboration of ideas — a place where we can share our stories, our obsessions, our eras, and all the wonderfully niche things that make us who we are. My dream for the blog, a collective collection is that it becomes an anthology. Not just my voice, but ours. A rotating collection of thoughts, essays, reflections, fandom deep dives, chaos confessions, and whatever else you feel inspired to write about. If you’d like to submit a blog post for the group, please let me know. Truly — whether it’s a personal story, a fandom rant, a collector’s tale, a moment of joy, or something beautifully random, this space was built for it. Here’s to the first entry, and to all the voices that will fill this space next