Limbo
Right now I’m in limbo. Not the catholic kind. And not the organization either.
Limbo as in between places. As in not really being in either place fully. Floating in the middle like a balloon taken by the wind. It feels a little wierd – a little unsure.
I know where I’ll end up, and I know where Im coming from. Its where I am that I am confused about.
This is part of moving. It sucks, but in the end, it will all be OK.
I will sit in my POANG and laugh at a time when I lived in shitty Waltham.
Two more weeks to eat all the diner food I possibly can and say goodbye to this place.
did that sound bitter?
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