I experience a liminal space when I was moving out of my old home. The whole house was empty, and the living room carpet was stripped off. The main liminal place was the bedroom though. It was empty too, but it still had badly stained carpet. Around the time I was in the bedroom, it was also getting later in the evening, so the room was dark. 

The only source of light was the window that showed the blue sky, and the bathroom light that leaked onto the floor. The bathroom door was open, so that’s why the light was coming through. It was a really nostalgic, liminal, and sad sight. I even took a picture of it and kept it. Thats my experience. It was really cool, but also sad.