Tokyo Disneyland: A Place Where Dreams Are Sold

That morning, before the sun had fully risen, I left the hotel. I didn’t take the train or rush to catch any schedule—I chose to take a taxi. The Tokyo cityscape slowly faded outside the window, and my reflection in the glass showed a face filled with anticipation. The driver smiled and asked, "Heading to Disneyland?" I nodded. At that moment, I felt like a child going to an eagerly awaited appointment.

🎡 Basic Information｜Tokyo Disneyland

Address: 〒279-0031 Chiba Prefecture, Urayasu City, Maihama 1-1

Transportation: You can take the JR Keiyo Line from central Tokyo to "Maihama Station," or opt for a taxi (approximately 30–40 minutes from the city center, costing around 7,000–10,000 yen depending on traffic).

Opening Hours: Generally from 9:00 AM to 9:00 PM (hours may be extended during holidays or special events; it’s recommended to check the official website in advance).

Ticket Prices (as of October 2025):
Adults (18 and above): 8,900–10,900 yen
Teens (12–17): 7,400–9,000 yen
Children (4–11): 5,600–6,400 yen
Free entry for children under 3.
(Tickets are priced dynamically based on the date; online booking is the most convenient.)

🏰 A Dream You Can Have Alone

The taxi stopped in front of the gates of "Tokyo Disneyland." As the door opened, the air was filled with a sweet aroma—like caramel, cotton candy, and a long-lost happiness. I stepped into the park, familiar music playing in the background, and saw Cinderella’s Castle shimmering in the sunlight from afar. It was a surreal feeling: being just another visitor in the crowd, yet feeling as though I had been personally invited into a dream.

Every corner of the park was as pristine as a painting. Mickey-shaped balloons swayed in the breeze, children held their parents’ hands as they ran towards the carousel, and staff members waved with warm smiles. I held my camera, capturing every smile and detail. Perhaps because I was alone, my gaze was particularly calm, noticing the direction of the wind, the rhythm of the music, and the light reflecting off the castle.

☕ An Afternoon Stroll

I didn’t dine in the park. Around noon, I simply bought an iced latte and sat on a bench by the fountain, watching the parade pass by. Minnie’s skirt twirled to the music, and Winnie the Pooh waved to the audience with a balloon in hand. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, falling on the children’s faces and into my heart.

For a moment, I felt that this kind of afternoon was more fulfilling than any gourmet meal.

🌙 When Fireworks Light Up the Sky

In the evening, I returned to the front of the castle. Crowds gathered, the lights dimmed, and music began to play from afar—the melody of "Dreams Come True." Fireworks bloomed like golden flowers in the night sky, and everyone looked up, their eyes sparkling.

I didn’t say a word, just quietly watched. The light fell on everyone’s faces and illuminated a long-lost wish in my heart: to always hold onto this feeling—to believe that there is still beauty worth waiting for.