It's funny how time passes. For the most part, my days run into weeks which run into months and then into years. There are certain moments, however, I can pinpoint to a specific year and season. When I'm lucky I can narrow it to a specific day.
Last August, I moved to NYC (that's not news, I know) but I still remember thinking I was out of my mind when I was riding into the city for the first time with all of my stuff with me. Every time I took a cab home after that I remembered that moment and chuckled to myself. At some point in the last few months, I stopped thinking about that first ride into the city when I was in a cab. I noticed it last week, and, honestly, I was a little sad. I'm sure it's a good thing, that it means I'm more settled here, but I don't know when I stopped thinking about it. It's just a strange realization.
In other measures of time, FD3 and I have been dating for almost two months. Obviously I'm not about to break any world records in terms of relationship length or anything, but it's fun having a new way to mark time. I promise I'm not one of those people who celebrates minor "anniversaries." I just happen to remember because we first went out in the middle of the month. Anyways, things are good. I'm having fun with him. Fortunately, I don't call him FD3 to his face, but there are no new First Dates to talk about. FD3 and I have other firsts that we're trying out: first time meeting friends, first time being photographed together (for the NY Times! ), first time making dinner together. Well, I made dinner, but that was the first time in a long time that I made dinner for someone.
Last year at this time I was prepping to help coordinate 3000 interviews across the country. This year, my team is coordinating 5400 interviews. That's right; 1400 more interviews this time around. It's a busy season.
They say that as you get older, time passes more quickly. I just hope I remember that it only feels that way and that I still have time to do everything I want.
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