I’m sitting again. This time surrounded by the small mounds of things that make up my collective possessions. I notice myself in a transitory state, one where my home has started to no longer feel like home, and the next place, not yet home. The new home still ripe with the exciting unknown that leaves me grasping for hopeful thoughts of recreating a familiar state, but not quite sure of the steps it’ll take to get there.
0.7 | Liminality
0.7 | Liminality
0.7 | Liminality
I’m sitting again. This time surrounded by the small mounds of things that make up my collective possessions. I notice myself in a transitory state, one where my home has started to no longer feel like home, and the next place, not yet home. The new home still ripe with the exciting unknown that leaves me grasping for hopeful thoughts of recreating a familiar state, but not quite sure of the steps it’ll take to get there.