So...Here you have it. You know how people refer to being stuck in a particular place/situation in transition to/from another, as being in limbo. Well here I am...I have just recently moved out of my apartment (eight days ago to be exact) and I'm waiting to move yet again into my new place. Now limbo, by one definition can mean an intermediate place, or place of uncertainty. However, it can also mean a place of confinement...which my limbo seems to falls into both category A and B. Oh yes my limbo is a land of unpacked boxes, and limited wardrobe selections (limited to a selection from two laundry baskets), a land that is confined to a small overcrowded basement with dirty floors (for which no amount of sweeping/moping could thus remove), mold, and spider crickets. I'm starting to suffer from cabin fever and I am starting to have dreams of being sealed up into a cardboard box. I wake up wanting to rip open all my boxes and dance and rejoice in the freedom of having all my belonging unpacked and unrestrained;which would quite literally be all of my belongings thrown in various places among the room. For I feel as though I too am boxed up and packed up, no breathing room, no space for creative expression...I need someone with a box cutter a.s.a.p. Look for the box labeled, "Limbo".
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