Time is relative when you are traveling/visiting. When you are not exactly enjoying yourself, waiting for news, or anticipating something, the moments drag painfully on. On the flip side, when you’re in the middle of a favorite activity or spending time with someone you love, you suddenly find yourself at the end of the moment, wondering how you possibly could have crammed all that wonderful goodness in such a short time. Why can’t it be the other way around? Why can’t good times stretch on and on, while the painful moments flash by in a blink?
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