Pondering the meaning of time.
May. 31st, 2010 11:49 pmIn the month of May I had one, quick post. The rest of the time I was either too busy to post or too tired to post. Periodically, I had ideas for interesting topics of inquiry, but there was nothing that sent me running for the blogosphere. My apologies to anyone who might have missed my blathering.
I've been working hard and enjoying time with friends as much as possible in these last few days and weeks, and now I have fourteen days remaining to me before I board a plane and wing my way back to the land of my birth.
I'd say that the time's flown faster than I thought it would...
...but the reality is that it has not.
Some many, many months ago, in the midst of brightly lit summer day, one of my dearest friends lamented the length of time that I would be gone from home. And I answered that it wasn't as long as they thought it would be; that I would be back before they knew it.
The truth is that time becomes so much more precious as we grow older, as our perception of it shifts and makes it seem to slip through our fingertips. I came to the realization a few years back that time no longer lingers for me, as it did when I was a little girl and a two-week vacation lasted until the end of world, but contrary to being depressed I was happy. Happy to have made that realization, and happy therefore to always make the most of whatever time I am gifted with.
I have missed everyone back in the US deeply. But I have loved living in Yokohama; have loved having the opportunity to grow so much in such a short stint, to meet some of the most brilliant colleagues that I will ever respect - some of the best friends that I will ever know.
And I will cherish every moment of the next two weeks (because I know they will not last long), and when they have passed I will remember them with fondness and focus on the time I have with my family and friends stateside.
Until then...
I've been working hard and enjoying time with friends as much as possible in these last few days and weeks, and now I have fourteen days remaining to me before I board a plane and wing my way back to the land of my birth.
I'd say that the time's flown faster than I thought it would...
...but the reality is that it has not.
Some many, many months ago, in the midst of brightly lit summer day, one of my dearest friends lamented the length of time that I would be gone from home. And I answered that it wasn't as long as they thought it would be; that I would be back before they knew it.
The truth is that time becomes so much more precious as we grow older, as our perception of it shifts and makes it seem to slip through our fingertips. I came to the realization a few years back that time no longer lingers for me, as it did when I was a little girl and a two-week vacation lasted until the end of world, but contrary to being depressed I was happy. Happy to have made that realization, and happy therefore to always make the most of whatever time I am gifted with.
I have missed everyone back in the US deeply. But I have loved living in Yokohama; have loved having the opportunity to grow so much in such a short stint, to meet some of the most brilliant colleagues that I will ever respect - some of the best friends that I will ever know.
And I will cherish every moment of the next two weeks (because I know they will not last long), and when they have passed I will remember them with fondness and focus on the time I have with my family and friends stateside.
Until then...
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Date: 2010-06-01 08:01 am (UTC)see you soon.