It’s been a month since we came back from sabbatical, and our six-years-old daughter said, being in one of her philosophical moods: “In Milan, time was running like a cheetah, chasing away holidays, so that they would pass quickly. Here in Victoria, time goes a bit slower. I like that.”
I am not sure I agree – I hardly noticed the last month with all the logistics of re-establishing the daily routines and the start of the school year, both for us and for our daughter. I did go to Japan during that time, though, and visited the places we called home during our last sabbatical. That was certainly nice, and I guess, a lot has happened in this short last month. Doest it mean that time runs fast or slow? My daughter is probably right after all.
