Liminal States (or between Barack and a hard place?)
It seems apt that my first post since the US election be today, 20th January 2009, as Barack Obama is inaugurated into the office of the President of the United States Of America.
For it is in America that I still find myself; here in Nashville, living and loving to the best of my ability.
So why the quiet? As the new First Family (as they like to call them here) went through their own transitional period I’ve found myself increasingly feeling adrift. I left the UK at the end of August knowing only that I followed my heart, and that I needed a long break. By the time I headed back to the UK for Christmas, I knew no more.
One of the main battles is coming to terms with that. I have found myself not just devoid of not the schedule, income, and purpose that steady employment brings, but of the identity that comes with it. I found myself unable to form the words to describe what I’m doing, and why, and completely without the desire to explain it. ”I am here as a tourist.” ”I am looking into visa options.”
I am lucky to be surrounded by friends who remind me, in my overwhelmed moments, that it’s not a surprise that I’m feeling adrift: I just moved across an ocean to a whole lot of uncertain. Bethany called it a Liminal Space. I had to look it up. Yup. That’s me.
So as I watch President Obama taking his oath (and thought with a smile that Andrew Collins can come and visit now) and move from his liminal space into the new callings of his role, I find myself wearing my confusion lighter. And the muse begins to trickle back.