whoa, last week just flew by. even little lucy can hardly believe it. or maybe that's me. it's already monday evening and i feel like it was just last monday and then i blinked. why does it seem that time is accelerating? it usually slows down when i'm reading murakami (i've got the new one, colorless tsukuru tazaki and his years of pilgrimage), but instead it has definitely sped up. even our kittens are growing up insanely fast.
last week was the first week of the 8th grade for one teenager in this household and it was the first week where most everyone was back at work after the summer holiday. perhaps it's that that's making time fly - being back to business as usual. it's good and bad, as being busy is better than not being busy, but i feel like i'm missing out on life somehow, as it speeds past.
last week was the first week of the 8th grade for one teenager in this household and it was the first week where most everyone was back at work after the summer holiday. perhaps it's that that's making time fly - being back to business as usual. it's good and bad, as being busy is better than not being busy, but i feel like i'm missing out on life somehow, as it speeds past.
this story is strange.
and i love this quote from it:
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