A Child Of Atom

I was shocked today to realize that I have only been here a week. When M moved to New York he quite often remarked at how much faster time moved there than where he had moved from. I never really thought very much about it, mostly because I was already in the time slip I guess. Here time moves MUCH slower than in NYC, slower than anywhere I have ever been frankly. A day really takes 24 hours to get past. Part of it may be that I am in the same place for all 24 of those hours. NYC is all about motion, the train, the sidewalks, the traffic, everything is in motion. Here I eat, sleep, work, and play in the same place. My sense of movement has been severely stunted. The furthest I tend to go is to Wal-Mart or Home Depot, a spare 12 miles or so away. At this pace 3 months is going to take a whole year to crawl by. Things will pick up for me in the next few days as the first set gets closer to being done and my part of the work, the painting and set dressing, begins more in earnest.