For me it's been a paradoxical blend of the two, months seem to drag on forever, but the week blazes by. Every time we get to Friday it feels as if Monday was just a day or two ago.
Bizarre.
If I've got nothing going on, the present takes forever, I'm bored. But once a prolonged boredom is in the past, it feels like it was fast -- there's not much to remember.
If I'm super busy, the present goes by super quick. I never get bored and always have stuff to do. But if I look back at a prolonged period of busy time, it feels like it took a long time -- I have lots of stuff to remember.
(I try to time them so I arrive around noon at the latest so I can get my bearings and make sure I can reach my accommodation safely no matter what and ideally explore a little.)
At the end of a day like this the memory of having woken up to start that day at some point becomes very distant, like it happened ages ago. At the same time, the day doesn't fly by fast either. I think it helps to interact with the world that much and get out of my head. It reminds me of being a child a little, so many new things to discover and so many things that cannot be readily understood and still trusting that it'll be fine.
And I'm living alone with a cat. I can't imagine how this is with people living with a whole bunch of children.
Paraphrasing, but this is a phrase that's often used on uncertain situations. It feels like that too for me.
"The unemployed worker, for example, is in a similar position. His existence has become provisional and in a certain sense he cannot live for the future or aim at a goal. Research work done on unemployed miners has shown that they suffer from a peculiar sort of deformed time—inner time—which is a result of their unemployed state. Prisoners, too, suffered from this strange “time-experience.” In camp, a small time unit, a day, for example, filled with hourly tortures and fatigue, appeared endless. A larger time unit, perhaps a week, seemed to pass very quickly. My comrades agreed when I said that in camp a day lasted longer than a week. How paradoxical was our time-experience! In this connection we are reminded of Thomas Mann’s The Magic Mountain, which contains some very pointed psychological remarks. Mann studies the spiritual development of people who are in an analogous psychological position, i.e., tuberculosis patients in a sanatorium who also know no date for their release. They experience a similar existence—without a future and without a goal."