Last month I boarded a flight at the Miami airport, eager to get back to the little island I call home. We had, to my surprise, boarded early - a rare event in my experiences of traveling. I happily pushed my bag under the seat and buckled my seatbelt, fairly optimistic that I would be getting back home even sooner than expected. The time for takeoff came and went, yet we remained on the ground. The pilot assured us there was no mechanical reason for the delay - just a busy, backed up runway. Finally, almost one and a half hours after boarding, the plane began to move. As I sat there, it annoyed me to think we had been waiting on the plane longer than the duration of the flight. (The flight from Miami to the Cayman Islands is a short one - about one hour.) I was tired and frustrated, but relieved that we were finally on our way.