Time

Time is such a relative quantity...yet so defined at the same time. My days pass all too quickly, moments and hours slipping away barely unnoticed- never quite getting as much done as I had hoped. Yet, the very same time that blurs by daily is seemingly at a standstill until we leave. It feels as if mere weeks are eons away and I ask myself if these events will ever come to pass, are they ever truly happening? Are those same moments, hours, and days passing as quickly for the future as the time passes in my present? It certainly doesn't feel like it. How long will it be until we leave? Moreover, how long will it feel? Will the moments pass by unnoticed until the time is upon us? :)