Two years of necessary, rapid adaptation has taken a toll on how I hear the world. Everything's loud, volume up, the noise screaming that this and now are it, don't look up from the immediate road ahead! There's no time!
Jenna Arnold calls it the sacred grey. I had a mentor once refer to it as the precinct of patience. I've heard a few (those who dabble in astrology—not for me, but have at 'er if that's your speed) name it the "in-between" or the "under-up," I can't quite remember. The point is, plenty of people have phrases for that space between states or binaries in which folks get real uncomfortable real quick.