Strange

Recently, it's been like time has been catching up with everyone. Health issues have been arising, big choices are on the horizon or are currently being made, and suddenly it seems like university life is moving more quickly. What once felt, for lack of a better word, stagnant, now seems to have almost flashed by without notice.

But, i'm home for the weekend. Why is this worth noting? Because home never seems to change.

When i got home, i did what i always do; snuggle my dog, Lucy. This time i saw something i hadn't before. She now has grey whiskers speckling her muzzle and around her eyes.

I'm not too sure how i feel about this.

Sad isn't the right word. And to be afraid is foolish. One shouldn't feel sad or scared by the passing of time. One should feel lucky that they're still around to feel and see this time pass. Life is a gift, right? But these changes aren't exactly happy. And change is not always promising.

So how should i feel?