Suitcase Confessions

If I were to tell you that I left a regular 9 to 5, my wife left an up and coming career, and my only son was comfortable with online school as we approach the hotel room leaving everything behind but our own needs including a laptop, would you believe me? Sadly this ended up being the case because of an uncertain future beyond the call of duty. The plans were laid out by my wife and I, we were going to get our passports, get the job overseas as teachers, and make it out of this country like fat rats.

The funds would be unlimited and our desires would be to pick up another language. My son would fall in love with a girl that sees him for himself. It would be way different than the states, because he and her will understand each other’s worth. It would be like puppy love but a hint of The Wonder Years. Instead of a brutal honest ending, he would end up happy as the day he was out the womb. She would say yes and the marriage would make me tear while my wife blows my nose, I am such a sad sap she would reply.

I snap out of the thoughts, while I look towards the left of my hotel room window. The walls resemble hopeless dreams and a tree is the only thing breathing beyond the means of regret. I had it all, a job that people would take advantage of me. My kindness been the epitome of a heart imprint on the sleeve. Its an eyesore, but it never goes away in the thoughts of those willing to take it for granted. I ended up going further in the company as a computer specialist aka computer salesman. Yet, I wanted more. I wanted to be ahead of the company as a supervisor and eventually manager. However, my pride and my own fears dictated the rest. Fortunately, I had the time of my life until Covid happen….

Next thing I knew, I was storming away from my position being called the “n” word and not a single soul did nothing about it. The enlightenment upon my eyes as I could be anywhere else but here. I could be a writer and have thousands of people feel like they can succeed in a dictatorship society where you either got to work your brains out to be with the rest of the sorry broken down beings, or be a broke miserable but happy dreamer. I chose the rabbit ear path because It just sounds so surreal.

I bought travel gear, downgraded my beast of a desktop computer into the laptop that I am currently typing my woes on, and let go of the materialistic items that felt like chains that kept me embedded to a broken situation. My wife wondered when I am going to actually sit down and relax, along with my son begging to see his dad, as I see more children in retail than I did my actual son.

Two weeks notice and I am a free man…..living in a hotel room without vacancies. I could have stuck with it but what is the use? Being a slave to a system that modifies the stance of workers to believe that they are underachievers and need to be taunted by mouth breathers whom never understood the concept of being kind for once in their natural lives.

The blueprint was set by my wife whom left a miserable chained job of moving the SUV throughout different parts of the city. Yet, she barely realized the road of her destiny. Kids relied on her as she help them realized that they are gifted beyond physical limitations, but her bodily woes became self evident. Once the finger pointed to the sky, she realize that it was time to go. A different city, a different country, whatever it would take. At first it was China, then it became Singapore, maybe Japan, but back to China, and off to the races with Latin America. Like refugees escaping a broken country, but we are technically free…

How is that possible when we are chained to the realm of societies main focus? Making money just to spend it on bills, having every single health issue only to be denied of the ability to get proper treatment due to lack of funds, and a school system in shambles because of educated procedures. This can’t be the same place I once breathed in to realize that I have such liberties. We were often told that our ideas were in vain, that it would not work, and there is nothing out there but I want to see for myself along with she, and he.

You call it being crazy but I call it having faith. Eight months of torment within my dreams of a broken past family, along with arguments and doubts of a marriage working, it is clear that this journey was hell. No doubt about it, this has been the test of focus as I see riches beyond the imagination. Sort of like a dirty broken poor sailor wanting off of a diminishing island and having dreams of exploration beyond the wildest desires.

This sailor gets the last pieces of what was left of the boat, build and build until his hands ache. He adds a bit of paint to the sides and creates a map of where to go to find a peaceful refuge It was him all along with such duties and he somehow managed to go through the seas and battled what was thrown at him. He finally lands on the promise territory and the moment he got off of what was left of the boat, became his story.

My family build with getting passports, important documents, and a contract of fingers crossed to see what is out there. Yes this is crazy because the pandemic is wearing its ugly head with no sign of giving up, but like the sailor on that island we shall not give up…