Something that has been almost immediately apparent after relocating here to Dancing Rabbit is the dramatic shift in my sense of time. Others have noted experiencing the same thing, so it must indeed be some sort of mini “DR phenomenon”.
That is, time goes much more slowly. Last week… no wait, a few days ago (see what I mean?), I was thinking back on how many days I’ve been here. “Two and a half weeks, yep… Oh no, wait… one and a half… That’s it?!” Really though, someone might tell me a month has passed and I would probably believe it.
And the other half of the equation? Well, it’s almost May already, and that doesn’t seem quite right either. Is May starting a few days early this year?
The time seems to be a bit twisted… I’m not really sure what to attribute that to, and it’s not really a good/bad thing, either… it just is, I guess. Well, that’s something of a lie… I know it’s the shift in environment that is mostly responsible for the difference in a sense of time.
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