It seems to be going faster and faster. I’m sure I’ve said something similar to this on here, but I think I put it particularly well in a recent email:
My favourite hidden feature of my bus is that it’s a bit like a time machine. Whenever I spend most of my days with the bus, time slows down to an appreciable pace. It’s still a construction zone, so I’m still spending my time in a real house, and it’s easy to hit a routine that just obliterates parts of a day. I tend to tuck and roll into a pattern, and time just flies by. It’s that whole “Did I remember to turn off the oven?” trope where you do things for so many days in a row you can’t tell one from the last. The bus puts up a barrier to this, and I’m able to appreciate little things each day that get lost otherwise.
A notable exception to this is construction of the bus. My days are flying by presently, even though I’m elbows deep in buswork. I don’t remember much of the last year’s worth of work on this bus, and I certainly don’t have very much to show for it. One of the things that keeps me going is envisioning relaxing in the bus during my future downtime. Even now, when I choose to take breaks in the bus, I can feel its time-stopping power. I can’t wait to have that back in my life in a big way.