Limbo Time

I've been in limbo the past two weeks. Apparently I don't blog when in limbo; not very well, anyway.

It has been a very strange transition time for me. Good for the most part, but strange. Because in my head, I should be starting my first day of classes today with the rest of NWC campus. Everyone I know has something to do during the days, I have very little I have to do (lots I could do, but it's not happening very well...).

I've discovered how hard limbo time is for me. It was the same at the beginning of the summer. There was/is nothing for me to work towards every day. Lots to look forward to be doing, but as of yet, nothing to actually do. That's tough for me.

It has been made very clear that I almost always know when it's time for me to leave a place. Last spring, it was very clear I no longer had a place at Northwestern. Two weeks ago, despite how I tried to convince myself otherwise, it was clear that my time at Waco had come to a close. And now I am 5 days away from Chicago, and I am very ready to be done with Orchard. This is both helpful and annoying, because I would like to enjoy the time I have left, rather than constantly looking ahead. Sometimes I'm really bad at being content where I am.

So today, when my brother and sister and dad were up for school and work, I was up merely for routine. I am not fond of 6:00; however, I know my mornings will soon start then or earlier. And now when my whole family is gone, I am home, trying to convince myself to wash the rest of the dishes that didn't fit in the washer or begin the long process of packing.

It's just me and the pets at home, and I'm not much of an animal person. The only redeeming part of the kitten is her ability to dance, and even that must be forced upon her. And don't even get me started on the dangers of watching music videos on VH1 for three hours in the morning. Six to nine in the morning are bleak hours for me.

Until next time.