Is it possible that the time passes slowly and quickly simultaneously? I have been experiencing it for some time. ..
The very thought of the range of tasks that I need to do within a short period of time frightens me. Deadlines loom large in my mind. At the same time I cannot wait until holidays I’ve been planning since January (or even earlier). This is a great reason for the time to stop.
I want the time to go fast like a crazy to start my Great Adventure. Nonetheless I’ve already started to miss my Łódź. I know I’m running out of my time here and will never go back for a longer time.
My friends from Estonia and I have come to the conclusion we should have spent more time together when we had that opportunity. I am not saying we wasted it. I guess there is just a deficiency or a kind of a hunger for spending some more time than we have. There are also good sides. I will visit them soon and I hope they will visit me here as well, so we can make it up.
And now I don’t want it to happen again with my friends in Łódź. Oh, and it doesn’t mean I’ve become a stalker… Or?
I have no reckoning of time, maybe this is why I cannot evaluate how fast or slow the time passes .