Time

I simply do not understand time.

I mean, I get the concept of 60 seconds equals a minute, and sixty minutes equals an hour, and so on.

But why is it that sometimes it seems time goes faster than other times?

I once heard the length of five minutes depends on which side of the bathroom door you are standing at. When I was a kid, the weeks between Thanksgiving and Christmas crawled at the pace of a grandpa snail. Now it seems I blink and wham, Christmas is here.

Why is that?

Lately, this time dilemma has bogged me down. I guess that's natural considering the stage of life I am currently in. Three years ago, I was the mom of a household of six. Soon it is to be a household of three. 

But, here is the other reason for my introspect...

My baby. who really isn't a baby, turned fifteen this past Thursday.

How did we go from this to this in just a blink of the eye?

When we moved to Taiwan four years ago, Jacob wasn't even a teenager yet. He was shorter than me. 

If we were still in Ohio, he would be anxiously anticipating obtaining his temporary driving permit within the next six months. 

What?

Why am I suddenly feeling old?