09/22/2023
By Kate Stone Lombardi
Jimmy Cliff, the great reggae singer, had a great song on his “Harder They Come album” called “Limbo.” It was not about the dance but the concept of limbo – meaning an intermediate state or condition, an uncertain period awaiting a decision or resolution. Among choruses:
“I don’t know where life will lead meBut I know where I’ve been I can’t say what life will show meBut I know what I’ve seen”
And…
“Sitting here in limboWaiting for the tide to flow Sitting here in limbo Knowing that I have to go”…
Anyway, the movers came today and will finish packing us up on Monday. They will leave our bed for one more night after that. We’ve been back and forth between our old house and our new one multiple times, ferrying carloads of stuff. I can’t find a thing anymore at either place.
Leaving a place you’ve lived in for 35 years is hard. And disorienting. And stressful. But I’m keeping my eye on the prize, which is a lovely new home, proximity to my granddaughter, and a quieter life in a beautiful spot.
But right now, I’m neither here nor there.