Time Alone?

Without a schedule the concept of time becomes less tangible. I feel like it was forever ago that I was at NCSA, or dancing in Milwaukee, or weighed 110 pounds, or was going out with Dan. It seems like ages since my first day of work, since sitting in Spanish class, since doing the Nutcracker. There is a period of time, between Christmass and the first week of January that I have no memory of, save New Year's Eve.
And yet, some times seem so immediately past that it's hard to belive that it's been so long, like baking bread at the Ribbens, performing at the Stevens' Center, or sitting on the deck at my Grandpa's house talking on the phone to Dan. Has it really been so long since...?

I feel like I'm just floating through life. It's very odd.

I cannot remember the last time that I was alone in a building. At least someone in my family is nearly always home. It must have been some time over the summer... no, there was some time at the Boone's house when everyone had left.
I am really only ever alone in my car, or when all my family is sleeping, but still, even then someone could wake up at any time, and there are always other drivers. There is no true privacy.

This is all very ironic, because I feel very alone in the world right now.