It's been a week.
I'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.
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.
Of running out of time.
To be honest, that is how I'd been feeling the last few months. Years maybe.
But not now.
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.
It feels luxurious. To have time.
This is not what I expected to feel.