Seems like that is what life is all about. Waiting. Sometimes I don’t actually mind, as I am usually not in a rush but there are times when delays are so frustrating. Like right now. Sitting in the Calgary airport waiting for my flight to San Francisco. It’s been delayed. By four hours! If it were one or two, I wouldn’t be too cranky about it. But considering we weren’t sure if our shuttle connecting us was gonna make it on time, a four hour delay is four hours too long!
I guess it’s better to wait for on my way to somewhere rather than on the way back. Traveling home always feels like it takes longer even if it is the same distance.
Better late than never I’m told.