<p>It&#39;s been a week.</p>
<p>I&#39;m getting used to it, but still have tons to do. I find myself staring at the walls at times. I am still sad, no doubt about it.</p>
<p>The one thing that has surprised me is that time seems to have slowed down. The days, they are long. Long. I would have tought that I would feel a sense of urgency, of time slipping through my fingers.</p>
<p>Of running out of time.</p>
<p>To be honest, that is how I&#39;d been feeling the last few months. Years maybe.</p>
<p>But not now.</p>
<p>Now I feel like the hours are long. Like I could fit so much in them. Time, instead of running away from me, is facing me head on.</p>
<p>It feels luxurious. To have time.</p>
<p>This is not what I expected to feel.</p>
