It’s strange how time gets so distorted inside the airport. Sometimes it feels like a whole minute has gone by, but then you look at your watch and see that you’ve been glued to your seat for over an hour. But, at the same time, that “minute” felt like an eternity. Well, maybe it’s just me, but that’s how I felt, sitting there on some hard plastic bench, waiting for my parents to pick me up. They were supposed to have been here hours ago, but I just keep telling myself that it’s still really early for them to be here. They also told me to just take a cab home if I wanted, and I’d call them when