It feels like time has been steadily speeding up all through my twenties. I often forget that I'm almost at my quarter-century, and I have very little to show for it. There are also times when I feel like something was forever ago, but it was really only a few months, like my trip to France at the end of June; I'm always having to remind myself that, yes, it was this passed Summer, not two Summers ago.
Sometimes, there will be a day that can't end fast enough, but on the grand scale... where has the time gone?