Transition Period

Lately I’ve been

describing myself as being in a transition period.

The thing is, I don’t know how long it’s been now.

It feels like a while. But how long are transition periods supposed to last?

When I handed in my notice at my first and only job, I was leaving behind a familiar setting, a place of comfort and knowledge, and throwing myself into a place filled to the top with unknowns.

Beginning the first year of my life in which I had next to no plans.

A year where I really didn’t know what was going to happen, what I wanted to achieve, or where I was going to be at the end of it.

Every other year had a plan: High school, university, travel.

Then… nothing.

I’m not ready to start a career, I don’t know what that word means. I don’t want to go back to university, not that I’d know what to study anyway.

I don’t have to have a distinct pathway, plan, or goal right now. I’m in between. I’m developing myself and my ideas. And it’s okay, I’m in a transition period.

Friends were at work, and work isn’t there anymore. Seeing each other is effort, not something that happened by chance. New friendships sprouted, but didn’t bloom.

Is this adulthood or do I just have no friends? Is this what happens in a transition period? And how long can I comfort my being lost and confused by calling it that?

I didn’t even change out of my pyjamas today. But it’s okay, I’m in a transition period.

Right?