My brother picked up my suitcase from the conveyor belt. It was my usual rainbow belted suitcase. He handed me the suitcase. It but heavy, we lugged it through the streets of Seoul.

Got to the hotel room and received a phone call. “You have the wrong suitcase, I was able to find your name and number inside your suitcase.”

I opened up and discovered heels. Yep, that’s not mine. Inside were drag costumes and I was with family, this was a strange moment where a rainbow belt had confused us.