One Month in Limbo

A little less than two months ago, we decided to leap without looking.

One month ago this morning, we landed.

And two days later, half a step ahead of a spreading pandemic, a catch-our-breath weekend trip turned into indefinite limbo.

There’s no moral to the story, and we don’t know the ending yet. It’s tempting to reach for something trite about how we control less than we think we do, or the inherent uncertainty and unpredictability of life, but I’m not so sure that’s really the point.

Instead, I’ll just sit and marvel a moment — as we’ve done every day for the past month and will likely do for many more — at how crazy this is, and how lucky we are.