Time

I feel time differently here in the park. September is almost at it's end and yet I can't believe I've been here that long already, especially because I feel that each day itself is moving by extremely slowly. Some of this, I'm sure, comes from the difference of schedule here. Compared to Hamilton, there are many more individual tasks to complete and locations to be at that at the end of each day, I feel as though I've been awake for two or three. My timeline, of what happened on which day, is so messed up that in retelling what I've been up to the last week is difficult. Whenever my family or a friend and I speak, I feel as though I can't really break down what I do on a day to day basis so I just lump everything together into what I did that week. Other consequences of experiencing time differently are my inability to check email on any kind of regularity, my inability to call, text, or message people back within a reasonable amount of time, and a foolish disregard for planning what is coming next week (like reading), or next month (booking plane tickets), or next whatever, because the present seems to take so long.