I have noticed that the first trip to a place seems to take longer than subsequent trips or even the drive home. I think it’s because I pay more attention on the first trip. That seems to make time slow down. Return trips seem faster because I spend less time on them. Some of that time, I’m not there. Unconsciousness (or daydreaming) makes the time pass more quickly. That habit probably developed long ago, in times that were painful. But now I need to be present in the moment to really live. My antidote to the sense that time is speeding by without me is to slow down.