This
period of being ‘in between’ things. The upcoming ironical goodbyes that will
be happy and sad at the same time, the shortly due new hellos, the fear and the excitement of beginning afresh somewhere, the zeal and exhaustion that comes at
the same time at the thought of proving yourself once again, the new boundaries
that you will set and the ones that will be set for you, the chanting that you
have been doing to yourself. Saying again and again that the decisions you’ve
taken are the right ones, that you haven’t gotten a raw deal. Although its only
time that will tell if the chants have proven themselves correct or you have
learnt things the harder way once again.
This
‘in between’ feeling. The feeling of being unmoored, unhinged.
