A year ago I was working for a British-owned company that has an office in Cebu. At that same time, I was working as a home-based programmer for an Australian company. I would wake up at 6 o’clock in the morning and work until 2 o’clock in the afternoon for the Australian company. After that, I would have my lunch, shower, and get ready for my 4pm – 1am work in the office of the British one. At one point in 2014 I even had three jobs. The third one is for an American company based in Utah and I would work from 2am to 4am. I was a senior web developer for all three companies.
It was plenty of cash, but it wasn’t fun.
I started having two jobs at around November of 2014 and by January the following year, the stress started to seep in. My number of sleeping hours would average between 3.5 to 5 per day. At times, my eyelids would twitch nonstop for 5 to 10 minutes, indicating that my eyes are stressed. My shoulders would hurt so much and I badly wanted to get a massage. A week wouldn’t pass by that I don’t get migraines because of lack of sleep.
It was during that time that I knew I had to do something to escape. I needed a break from the hell that I put myself into and I knew there was only one best solution: to travel.
But, I have just one problem: I have no travel buddy.
You see, I don’t find it fun to travel on your own. Some would find it cool. Well, not me. Each time I plan on doing something fun, even something as simple as watching a movie at home or in the cinema, as much as possible I’d want to do it with someone else. You know, as Alexander Supertramp wrote in his diary: Happiness is only real when it is shared.
I desperately wanted to have a travel buddy and I couldn’t find one. Eventually I snapped. I just said, “okay, fuck it. I’m going to book a ticket somewhere and I don’t care if I’m going alone.”
So I booked a ticket for somewhere, hoping to meet new friends. And when I got there, I did. I met new friends and I tried new things. I partied a little and slept late. I enjoyed the sand and loved the sea.
It was rejuvenating. I felt myself piecing itself back together. It was just the escape that I needed.
After that, I knew that I had to do it on a regular basis. I continued to work two jobs but nevertheless, the monthly getaway trip was something that I would always look forward to. And it didn’t matter if it was a holiday or a long weekend or if I had filed a leave. It didn’t matter if it was a “promo” ticket or if I had extra cash. All I know is I’d go whenever I want to and when my soul yearns it.
Now, travel and adventure has become part of me. Or I, a part of it. Either way, each time I go on an adventure, a part of me becomes all excited and extra happy, like a kid opening his presents on Christmas Day.
So really, why am I a Weekend Warrior?
It’s because there are certain things in life that medicines cannot heal and questions that Google cannot answer and I’m hoping that maybe, just maybe, travel and adventure can.