Limbo is not a bad place to be. On a scale of "Ducking under a broomstick at a party" to "The River Styx," I'd say it's about a 2. Maybe even a 1. I've had plenty of details and logistics to keep me occupied, but it's been low-stress. Here are a few things that have happened while I've been in limbo:
|My decorated desk|
2) I visited friends in Albany. We went swimming at the local pool, then grilled out and watched the Olympics.
3) I attended a goodbye party for two friends in Hebo. They live in a log cabin in the middle of the woods with running water straight out of the local stream. No kidding.
4) On the way home, I climbed a sand dune in Pacific City.
5) A friend donated her collection of packing materials to me, so now my living room is drowning in boxes.
All's well on the West Coast!