My time in Spain is quickly coming to a close. Only 30 more days. It feels a bit weird to be saying that. I have noticed that the older I get (which thank God I'm still young... haha) the faster and faster time seems to go by. Sometimes, it is a comfort, and sometimes it is frustrating. I feel like I just got here, and at the same time, I feel like I've been here forever. It's strange that our conception of time is so skewed from reality. I feel as if time is the one thing that keeps me constantly guessing.
I was talking to Jeremy a while ago and we were talking of the possibility that time could actually move slower some days than others, and not simply because we have nothing to do, but that two individual people could think that a day went by slowly of their own accord. The question is, did time actually move slower that day? Or was it just those two people's conception of time, that for some reason or another, intertwined? Who knows. Life is weird. 30 days and counting.....
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