Living in Limbo: A Writing Exercise

I grew up just outside of Seattle, but I’m currently residing in another town: Limbo. The Census is unable to track the population number here being that people always seem to pop in and out, in and out. Many of my fellow residents are recent college graduates, just like me. Sometimes I think that Limbonians forget they can leave. After all, it can feel comfortable and relaxing (especially in the beginning). And after only a short period of time, it begins to feel like home. You get into a pattern or a habit and then it feels like, well, life. But the truth is, a lot of time we Limbonians are not living as much as existing. When you are simply in the state of existing, life can feel boring and tedious, but you don’t remember how life was before this. You have a hard time imagining life after Limbo, too. Let’s face it; change is a four letter word, not just for Limbonians, but also for those residing elsewhere.

There are roads all over this place that lead to the rest of the world, but what happens when you find them? Everyone’s intentions are good, but intentions can lack motivation. There is usually a misstep or fallout between thinking and doing here in Limbo. Some people can get out of Limbo forever. Some people never leave. Most of us will be temporary residents at some point in the course of our lives.

Lucky for me, there are a lot of stores in Limbo to keep me busy!