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Homeless Serenity

I wrote this last week but never truly finished it but here it is …

Today I woke up and I felt sort of down because we have to move again.  I have lived in so many places in 2010 I feel like I have no home to just relax.  My timeline really started in 2009 where I’ve been moving place to place, today will be the 10th new place I will be moving into. I’ve been living out of my suitcase ever since I arrived in China in March 2010. This may be part of the reason why I am feeling kind of lost.

During the time I’ve lived in different places I’ve left a part of me … mentally and spiritually. Some days I find myself day dreaming of the places I’ve been and faces I’ve encountered. The little boy on the street still haunts me now and then, even typing it makes me teary eyed.

When I first arrived to Manila, Philippines, my Tita Heidi picked me up from the airport. She weaved in and out of chaotic traffic filled with different types of vehicles such as Jeepney’s, Tricycles, Motorcycles, and of course pedestrians. It was humid and hot and I was grateful to have been in an air conditioned car. We finally pulled up to a stop light and a little boy, age no older than 4, put his hands on the driver side window and peered through the tinted glass. He looked like he didn’t shower for weeks and he put on the saddest face I’ve seen. Though it may have been an act so that you would feel sorry and give money to him, it still left a bad taste in my mouth. He was about the age of my nephews and I would never imagine them ever begging for money on the streets nor have I seen that on the streets of Toronto.

Part of me is heart broken and only one person truly understands what I am going through … x 10. People understand but don’t really go through the emotions as I have.

(unfinished thoughts)

- Liza Mae

Destination … Freedom

I haven’t been updating my blog because I’ve actually been working on business plans for when I get back or even sooner. I am currently not in Shanghai, China but I arrived in Manila, Philippines as of last night. I have no real defined time lines except when my Philippine Visa expires and even that isn’t a deterrent since I have an option to extend it. I know I want to be in a beach soon and see the rest of my family. I feel like I am living a dream where this reality of mine is so surreal.

I went for my morning workout at my Tita’s subdivision community centre at 8am and I am not used to the heat. Apparently this is the cooler time of day, oh my. It was a pretty good workout, I got my heart rate up the entire 25 minutes, maybe it was the heat or I just really worked hard. I was complaining that Shanghai was too cold and wet and now I am in the heat and I can’t handle it. I think I will get used to it in a few days.

Right at this moment I am in the living room watching my niece and three nephews playing Nintendo Wii. While on my way from the airport yesterday something happened which I can not get out of my mind. My tita and I were at a stop in the car and small boy who is about my nephew’s age of 4, plants his face on my Aunt’s window with the saddest face I’ve ever seen. Every time I see little kids like that on the street it just breaks my heart. I wish I could take them all in, maybe one day I can but for now I will try to find out how I can help while I am here. I don’t really know what I am doing here but I am here for a reason.

- Liza Mae

I’ve been hearing the words of “You’re Crazy!”, as of late because of my defining decision which took the world, my world and everyone surrounding it, by storm. One of the few friends, Bobby, who understands what I am doing said something profound to me which I hold near and dear to my heart.

He said, “Well you are not trying to be normal, so to them ‘Yes’ you are crazy.”

Whenever someone would comment as such I would go back to what he said. I realize I am not my friends, nor am I the majority. It is not that I am trying to distinguish myself from everyone else, for everyone wants the same thing, to be happy. Essentially, that is what my pursuit is and this is my story.

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I am sitting on the porch soaking in the sun on a Saturday afternoon thinking of things that have progressed in the last year.  I smile back on the memories and it makes me teary-eyed.  Who would of thought I would be here now, a year later.  I sit in a house which he envisioned a year gone.  Many people speak of things they dream about but many people do not put those dreams in motion.  He is a person who has made it happen.

I remember laying in my parents house with him on the left of me, speaking of a place that he and I should share together.  We spoke about subletting, renting, and lastly owning a house.   The first two did not happen because it was decided that the latter should happen, owning/living in a house we could call our own.  So we sacrificed some freedom to save money and now here we are.  I didn’t officially move out of my parents but it is apparent that I basically moved out except for some clothes that I have left there.  My brother Rich, called me 10 min ago to ask me if he can move my remains in the smaller room for he is going to move in to my room for it is larger.  This was like a smack in my face, not in a bad way but in a reality check type of way, “I HAVE MOVED OUT”.  I go to my parents maybe once a week and when I do, it feels foreign to me.  At first the house felt foreign but now I can finally call it home.  We haven’t yet settled in due to renovations and the fact that we have rented majority of the house in order to reach our next goal of getting another house as an income property.  I have grown to love this house and the memories we have built together.  Unfortunately, it is time to build memories elsewhere, and where is that exactly?  It could be helping poor children in the streets of Philippines, enjoying the busyness of the streets of Tokyo, or eating crepes with the French in Nice, France.  Basically my memories are built with people in places.  I do not get attached to places, I get attached to people whom I love in those places. For example, before I made friends in New York City, I wasn’t too gong-ho about it except for the shopping.  After making friends, I love New York or more so, I love my friends in New York.  They are the reason why I keep coming back.  I still shop in New York but it is not my reason for visiting.  This reminds me that I am long over due for a trip to NYC.

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So I have been meaning to post this video that I received from a co-worker, weeks back.

It made me think of things that inspire me to be.  I am a pretty lazy relaxed person, so what makes me get out of bed in the morning?  My desire to get another house and then retire.  It is not that I want to lay in bed and watch Dr. Phil all day but I want to travel and also help people.  He has showed me the organization(missionary) that he volunteered for in Mexico and it inspired me.  I realized working for a corporation to make the rich richer isn’t satisfying.  It is my time to help those who truly need help.  There aren’t enough hands to feed those who starve, so I want to offer my hands to feed empty hearts.

What inspires you to be?

- Liza Mae

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