37 days and counting.

Bizwell.

While living as a voluntary and temporary resident in a foreign land, the clock is perpetually moving through the weeks, days, hours, seconds, and minutes until it's time to move on. In the beginning, life resembles an extended vacation. The city is full of new experiences in food and sights. As time moves on, habits are formed, regimens set, and adventurous outings are separated by longer periods of consistency. As month becomes a word spoken only in singular form, a third sensation becomes noticeable; one of cognitive dissonance. With only a limited time remaining, there grows a list of many places to revisit--or places still unvisited. Yet the pull of a lazy, hermit-like lifestyle is hard to resist in the cold winter months. During times of choice, the decision is much easier when snow is filling the air outside the 10th floor window.