Time Keeps On Slipping (slipping, slipping) Into The Future

So, my Boy is on his way back to his parents' house right now. It seems so strange that what I've been anticipating for weeks has finally passed. I wish he could have stayed longer. But, of course, we live in a world where we have finite resources to fulfill our infinite wants. I was thinking while he and I were eating lunch at a local haunt (Roburrito's) about how in a few hours, I would have to Skype him instead of being able to speak with him in person. And now that's almost a reality. Do other people think about the future as much as I do? Even when I'm greatly enjoying myself, I can't help but think, "This will be a memory sooner than I want." Sometimes, most of the time, I want Time to slow down. I know I often talk about how I can't wait to grow up, graduate from college, live in my own apartment, have a real job, but I also want my memories to stay moments a bit longer. Experiences are great and all, but I wish I could concentrate on the Now instead of the Then. Even now, the middle of June, I'm thinking about how the fall semester will be. The Boy and I were talking about our respective class schedules for the semester and planning when we could possibly hang out or get meals together. I find comfort in having a set schedule. Often, that foresight slips into my mind when I don't want it and I feel this emotion that I am feeling right now. I don't have a name for it.