My daughter was six months old when I returned to work. The emotional response I was having to the amount of time I would be spending away from her became manageable by compartmentalizing my commute and the length of the semester from the rest of my life. The commute was a little over two hours each way and the semester lasted seventeen weeks. I acknowledged and controlled this period by meditating on the commuting landscape and photographing it with my iPhone. The rigidness of these set periods of time, the two-hour commute and seventeen weeks, permitted me to exploit time and its constraints therefore controlling this arduous period in my life. When returning to work I sensed and experienced time both physically and emotionally. During these seventeen weeks, my relationship with time felt lasting and persistent but also limiting and unforgiving. I am constantly reminded of its existence, and forced into an understanding based on its constraints. The constructed nature of time is manipulated by my own cultural, personal, and situational happenings, leaving it feeling malleable yet rigid and emphasizes the complexity of the intangible. Therefore, my connection with time is ever evolving.