Because all was change, I was comfortable in the seemingly unsafe place I called in-between. That space some others call the present moment.
I now find myself there again with a new experience of it. Having somehow been in a place, at least as framed in my reference over the last few years. I am now in-between.
I have not completed an ending; I have not yet started; I may not even be in-between. So, it was all illusion. I am still where I have always been; alive on earth at this time, with those who are here near me.
It is delicious. It is scary. It is different. It is familiar. It is home.