Hotel Expense

This road is not going to be easy, especially if you are a dreamer. You desire the best things in life, but not prepared for the issues that come your way. Each day feels like a wet glob of sand being stuck in the hour glass of life. You want it to pour down so you can get the day over with, but it is at a complete standstill. “What is the use?”, I often think to myself as the bags are packed and another trip to potential destiny, or a crumbling reality. Most folks endure life by accident, my family and I endured life on purpose. We threw away good paying jobs in hopes of traveling around the world. Little did we know that life had better plans for us. The job market for a traveler dried up due to Covid, our finances went to the money pit of hotel living, and the in-laws became our temporary refuge. Sadly, your own family will look down on you because of desirable efforts.

Heaven forbid that you put your all into what you believe in, only to realize that you always come up short. At least, we could say that we took the gamble. We are not living in the midst of a small town hell with no solution in sight, but to work at Piggly Wiggly. No judging by the way, a hustle is a hustle. My family strives for me than just a 9 to 5 method of the work. We want to be self employed and not have to deal with the constant finger pointing. Hence, why I decided to be a writer despite not having any experience outside of my own problems and imagination. I am no wizard with words, but I try to make an effort to elaborate at what’s in front of me. A laptop, a blank canvas on the screen, and my life being told at the expense of hotel living. Even living with the in-laws was a hotel in itself, as we had to supply our own food (despite the fact that this is my wife’s parents and we are the ones struggling). The time we spent was to get the hell out of such a sinking ship of a place. Job opportunity came and a plan of escape was created. Bags come and go, luggage in and out, and a new hotel room in the making.

Same toilet, different shampoo sample. Uber became our friend, luggage were our babies, and a different city became a temporary solution. The job opportunity was more of an anchor to stop us from floating to the next forbidden land. Hotels turn into extended stays, and extended stays end up being a homeless shelter with hotel capabilities. I knew the wifi code, we had to fight people to wash our clothes, the bunkbeds were like single sized beds with company, and the only thing we were paying for was a waste of time. No help or guidance, just more broken promises like the pain from the failed plan at the start of hotel living. It just seems like one big gigantic battle between road block and expectations.

Delays on the road and a dream on halt. Often I closed my eyes and envision sitting at an airport. Finger twirling, no worrying about covid, and a laptop with all of my material to get me through the flight delays. Luggage like a security blanket and a layover tucks me in for the night. I was so close people, but no cigar. Thankfully, the shelter was a temporary relief until the money came through. It all felt like hush money, as the job opportunity was just a facade for my wife. No new beginning, just the same pain as she faced during our first hotel tour. Money enters a sunken biome within this miserable lost city. Support grows smaller by the inch, our luggage becomes the new friends and family members, and I probably known more wifi codes from various hotel rooms, than the phone numbers I lost in the process of living out of the suitcase. No lie, I am still in pre-covid era lifestyles. I’m talking friendly people, jobs being tolerable, and the wolf was hidden in the cotton aisle of the superstore. Another hotel room, preparation to get out of the room on time, a new car that will lead the way, and hope that one day we shall take that flight.

I want to be able to throw all of these bags away, in favor of a place to call home. Maybe the hotel rooms are not home, but home away from home. Maybe, the intricate plan is in effect, but we are too blind, tired, and dirty to appreciate the plan that is in order. My bags are starting to show wear and tear, these hotel rooms are becoming more annoying with the price and uncertain conditions. The job opportunity became a failure, as my wife ended up fired, in the midst of finally finding a place to call home for all of us. We were picked for the opportunity, only to get the same hurt as the first hotel visit. So what should we do in this dark period of our lives? Take the few hundred that we have to our name, pack up again, and head off to a forbidden land in hopes of a miracle? The idea sounds better than the hell we were going through with such an atmosphere. So here we go again…bags are packed, GPS set, hotel room deal, some Walmart deals, a big cup of coffee, and a prayer for a better way of life outside of this hotel expense.

At least I could say that we tried…that’s all you can do in this questionable limited world is try….