I've had this strange sense since I arrived in DC that I'm wading through molasses as I move around. I just feel so slow. I move slowly. I think slowly. I do everthing with a ridiculous amount of deliberation.

It's a function of a couple of things, I think. Jet lag, lack of sleep and the fact that everyone around here moves with such speed and purpose, so by comparison, I feel like a slug.

When you live in Samoa, a place where few people move with either speed or purpose (not that there's anything wrong with that), it's easy to fall in with the easy pace of life there. It's so relaxing. I'll miss it.