the first steps
What started my journey on the glass Bridge you say? I guess the pivotal event was the passing of my father. Which is still very painful to me to this day. My father was my best friend, really, one of my only close friends. He took care of me and I took care of him. We went out to the market together, shopping together, it was a happy life. I was making decent money, though not managing to hold on too much of it. Lots of bills and various debts, and other stupid projects of mine that I should never have put money into, kept my account pretty empty. But I was basically happy. My father was helping me try to get my life together and make better money for a future, and I wanted to really make a good future for him too. Even though my father was 89, you would never know it. His voice was young, his personality was also young, and he was a strong man. Nobody ever expected him to pass away. He got pneumonia and he always said he never wanted to go to the hospital with pneumonia, because people that go into the hospital with pneumonia don’t come out. Unfortunately he was right. It’s very hard for me to write these words, but I have to, and again in the future until the pain is gone. All I can say is I love my father very much, and he is one of the main reasons I decided to travel. You see if I’m traveling, I am on a vacation in a way, so part of my head can always believe my father is back at home waiting, and that I have just not talked to him for a while. I know that may seem silly but it helps me get along. The other reasons that I started to travel are that on that same week that my father passed away, my job ended, and the house we rented the owners decided to almost double the rent. So all in the same week I lost my family, my job, and my home. I had almost no money left, so I sold as much as I could and had the rest put into storage or donated. Sometimes I regret selling the things from the house, but other times I don’t as they were memories that would cause me pain in many ways. I left my car with a friend, as well as him being in charge of my storage, as I would sell the car and sell some things in storage to pay for the rest of the adventure. The other things in storage I would keep, as some things like my father’s medal and family treasures can never be replaced. I also had my computer, a monster that had everything in my life from the last 20 years, as well as all backups. Well, my friend parked my car in the wrong place, and it was towed away by the police, and by the time he told me, the fees were so large, I just lost the car, so there went a few thousand I could have used. Then a month later, he told me he coudlnt afford the pay the storage fee, and was shy to tell me, so it was too late, and they sold everything I owned. I tried but was unable to get ahold of the buyers so I could at least get things back that they coudlnt sell, but they definitely made out like a bandit, I could have lived for a few years on what was in there. So, there I was, looking at the phone and realizing that everything I own in the whole world was in the carry on bag at my feet. No more money or backup, all gone. You can’t start over much cleaner I have to say. From a chance to zero in one fell swoop. Anyway, you just have to deal with life, so that’s what I did, and have just kept going. Whatever my reasons, or insanities, of the moment, it doesn’t change the fact that I took my bag, a single carry on, and flew to the Philippines. And I have been traveling around the Philippines and Indonesia since that time. Sometimes without knowing what the next day will bring. I still don’t know what I am doing. Some things never change.
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