I live in the in between.
On the grand scale it’s in between countries, families, time zones and languages.
On the more every day scale it’s in between rental homes, jobs, boisterous boys and loads of dishes.
Being an in between person can make it hard to feel content with where you are.
It seems there is always something to miss. Something to feel left out of. Something that someone else has. Stability, home, close family, maid service, mini van, dream job, bigger bank account, curlier hair, longer eyelashes, the waist size of a 16-year-old.
You name it, we all live in between something en route to something we think we want more.
Please read the rest of the story over at (in) courage today? It has a happy ending. And a special giveaway.