Time is an odd thing when travelling. You watch the clock continuously to calculate and determine the time to leave to the airport and either you end up waiting a really long time airport or are rushed and you have the stress of “am I going to make it”.
Then you are on the plane and the whole concept of what day and time is it disappears for awhile, it is replaced with how many more minutes or hours until we get there.
Then, you arrive and the day and time fall back into question and you calculate what time do I need to go to bed to get over jet lag the fastest.
The world around me 