When you are away from home, time goes at a different speed. In San Francisco I feel like a day counts like a week, a week is a months, a month almost a year.
When you are far from home, every day something memorable happens. You meet new people all the times. You spend a day with someone and you've got a new friend. After a week you feel like best friends forever. People come and visit you and in a week you plan 1000 things to do - that would have normally taken a month. You fall in love just like you were used to on summer times when you were 16: at first sight and once a week. You spend intense months with people that you have just met, and then they leave, they move, they go back... and it feels like a whole life is gone.
People I've met here change apartment every few months, change job at every opportunity, spend money twice as fast, see 5 seasons of Lost in a month.
Is it just me or do you feel like you are living at a different speed too?