9 months, 3 years, whatever…
“We do not remember days, we remember moments. The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.” Cesare Pavese "How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives" Annie Dillard It’s been just over 9 months since we left Boone, and for the life of me, it feels like 3 years. I’ve never before experienced this slow down in my everyday life, except perhaps when traveling with students for a month or longer. Though it always comes to an end, I’ve always inevitably returned home, and no matter how slow my internal chronometer was clicking, no matter how normal that new pace seemed, within a week I was back into the routine and things sped up again. Being the son of a scientist, I’ve been told since birth that time is relative. As a kid this means very little because time is all you have -- time to wake up, time to go to school, time to come in for dinner, and time to go to bed. To me, the interval between birthdays and Christmas seemed an eternit