'With your heart in the future and your head in the past, there's nothing inbetween that's going to last.'

I'm in a period of transition. I am all mentally ready to move and I'm excited about moving but I'm also looking back to the people, places and memories I shall be leaving behind. I'm just sort of existing in the middle of two periods of time, hanging in the air. Hence the freakishly apt title.

I really wish I had enough money to do stuff with people before I leave but I think I might still have a meet-up just to get everyone together and say my goodbyes. Goodbye is such a strange word: it's so final. Too final...maybe I won't actually use that word.

'What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.' - Jack Kerouac 'On the Road'