Stepping through the threshold

Back when I first started blogging actively almost a decade ago, one of the topics that I was obsessed with pondering online in my circumlocutory way was that of liminal space.

Limnos, I quoted Bobbi Schaetti, was teh greek word meaning threshold, root of the word liminal, when what was is over and what will be is not yet, its a time of creative fomentation, fuzzy ambiguity yet bursting to the seams with potential for the future of its manifestation.

The threshold moment is one which is in stasis, forever in the now or the in between space, at the moment the foot touches the doorway one is neither inside nor outside, just everywhere at once.

This living in liminality resonated with the person I was seeking to become, emerging from a childhood of forever living between cultures, a classical example of a global nomad. Also known as third culture kid or TCK.

The essays I read implied that liminal space was where we who had had highly mobile childhoods and an ever shifting global perspective on our own sense of cultural and social identity where doomed to spend our lives. And so, I began to dance in between in order to embrace what I once thought would be my permanently temporary home. Neither here nor there, but from everywhere, at home only within the confines of my own skin. I made a living out of always being local enough to understand the nuances while staying global enough to see the big picture. Perspective, I called it. Look at the upper left hand corner of this page.

Yet even this threshold time seems to be over. For the very first time I have chosen a place from which I don't intend to move. Life on the move has taught me not to use absolutes, as in "I will never move again" simply because one can never predict what will happen. But what one can choose instead is one's intentions and it is on that which I wish to write. So, reframing this with all disclaimers aside, I have found my own answer to the question "Where are you from?"

Here.