I want my time back.

In CA I had way too much free time, now I have very little.
I went from a 30 hour work week to  40+ all of which I was fully aware would happen when I moved.
The thing I was not expecting was the amount of love I would find again for living.
I feel like the honeymoon stage of being here is coming to an end only because things are becoming more and more familiar and I can navigate around less and less without a map. But at the same time its like a first meeting everyday because I'm uplifted by the beauty that's everywhere and in everything. I'm not talking about the type of beauty that's manifested through clothes or the blooming spring flowers (which there is plenty of). I'm referring to the beauty of history and lessons. I love observing everything (not a new hobby) and imagining a story for each thing/person based on what I perceive (new hobby) and what lesson I might be able to take from it.
And this is why I want my time back- I want to learn more.

I plan to be making more big steps in the next year towards this goal among many others.