Why does the journey to somewhere always seem longer than the journey home?
It's a strange thing 'waiting'. Why does your normal rational mind think of all the things that could go wrong? Why can't you just 'go with the flow'?
Please excuse my insane ramblings as I wait for Saturday lunchtime to arrive and the safe pick up of our new purchase :-)
There is something quite strange about putting your trust in a complete stranger who waits for the arrival of your money in his bank account before you can collect your goods. It's especially nerve wracking when it's a relatively large sum of money (for me anyway).
What if the goods aren't his to begin with? What if you turn up and he's disappeared along with the goods? What if the address he gave you is a fake?
Why do all these 'what ifs' come into play while you wait....
What if in reality there is nothing whatsoever to worry about and you've been worrying for nothing :-D
I guess when a good deal comes along I start to wonder if it is really true - after all why would I have such luck?
But then 'why not me?'
The problem with waiting is just that - waiting gives you time. Time to think of all the things that could go wrong instead of all the things that could go right.
back to the 'why does the journey to somewhere always seem longer than the journey home?' Well I guess that comes back to the 'waiting' because on your journey to somewhere you are waiting to get there and time and distance seem to stand still whereas on the way home you've been there and done whatever you wanted to do so time no longer seems to matter.
Now I'd better stop rambling before the men in their white coats turn up to take me away.....