Hot take: The final hour before a planned vacation feels longer than the entire month leading up to it
I had this shower realization that the last sixty minutes before I leave for a trip stretch out impossibly, even though I've been counting down for weeks. It's like every tick of the clock echoes, and I find myself staring at my packed bags, willing time to speed up. I remember once waiting for a flight and watching the departure board, where each minute felt like an eternity of anticipation. How do you handle that weird time warp where excitement somehow slows everything down? Is there a mental trick to make waiting feel less agonizing, or do we just have to endure it? What's your experience with time seeming to bend when you're on the brink of something good?