Travelling all day today. And when I arrive, it will be in a different time zone than I left.
This kind of experience always creates a strange time bubble for me. When I arrive at the destination, you can’t convince me it was the same day as when I left. The time in transit also feels non-contiguous with what’s before and after.
It’s like the travel creates a warp zone of some kind, which stands outside of time. It’s its own self-contained reality, divorced from the origin and destination. All rules of time are different in there. Then I emerge at another time and place.