Time moves in waves.

I left on a Wednesday, but spent 21 hours travelling, so that day wasn't really counting as a day.

I'm eleven hours behind UK time, too. If I ring anyone, it's already tomorrow where they are.

The date on this post says July 26th, 7am. It's not. It's the 25th, and half nine at night. I'm pretty cure the 25th is a Monday. Or a Sunday.

During the course of the next two months, dateline-crossing means I'll lose four days, and gain two. How does that work? Does that make me older, or what?

Time travel is real, then.

Which makes sense. Because although it's been less than a week: feels like I've been away a month or so. Can't shake that.