I started working when I was only 13 years old. I guess I always wanted to be a grownup. Somehow working seemed more interesting than playing the guitar or riding bike. My father had this friend that was co ownership a restaurant in downtown with two brothers. At some point the business became shady and my dad’s friend decided to have someone watching the management from his side. That’s how we needed up owning a restaurant, my first job. I started low, as a kitchen assistant and dish washer. In time I became to chef and manager of the establishment until the crisis stucked us and made us close the place.
I moved from a call center to a real estate database company. In five years I accumulated enough experience to be hired by a major international company. I finally ended up heading a 120 people team for one of their US clients. That’s when it happened, I got stressed.
I was only 25 years old when it happened. One morning I just realized that I wasn’t happy, I was tired of waking up early to perform a job that I hated and meet people that only wanted results all they long. I started to convince myself to go to work every day. I got tired as never in my life, I natural joy was disappearing in within the responsibilities and obligations my job demanded from me. I started seeing my friends more rarely. In the weekend I only wanted to rest and watch movies, no time for relationships, no time to enjoy the little things I loved not long before. What change? I couldn’t find the answer.
We where getting onto our Autumn, I needed my vacations desperately. A year before that I met this Australian dude that stayed home for a week. He was traveling the world at the time and needed a bed in my city, I was part of a web community that offered low cost space for travelers. When he left my house he invited me to go visit Australia one day, we got along pretty well so I only charged him two days out of the ten he staid with me.
I got to Sidney with no expectations at all. My friend was waiting for me at the airport with a big smile and a warm hug. That was the beginning of the change. I started to understand little by little what I was missing. The land scape was just incredible. He lives in a farm in the outskirts of the main city close to a lake. Those where the best 10 days I can remember in the last 5 years of working for big man eating corporations.
And then it happened, I started to understand what was wrong, what I really needed. The message was clear, I was not doing what I was supposed to, I was living in the wrong city, the wrong life, the wrong job and the wrong house. I was basically misplaced. It felt like my brain suddenly stopped processing all this useless information and took a big breath. I could listen to my thoughts, it was all clear now. I needed to change the roots, my whole life needed a jump and I was ready to do it, I was ready to jump.
I went back home and made my plan. In a period of two month I quit my job, left my apartment, sent my things to storage facility and bought the plain ticket. My friend offered to accommodate me as long as I needed if we shared the expenses of the house. I even worked with him in the farm. It took me 2 moths to find a suitable job and rent a small house in the suburbs. It basically changed my life. When I think about it I realize I left all my friends and family, my old self was left in my birth town, I was a new person starting his life from ground zero.
Australia welcomed me with no questions. I came as a tourist and processed my work VISA when I got the job. It wasn’t an easy task but neither an impossible one. Today I know I’m not going back. I regained everything in my self that made me who I am. No more corporations or unwanted jobs, for once I’m enjoying my life and building it for myself in staid for others. I’m being selfish with myself and my time and feels great! This is what I was looking for, my place in the world and it happens to be Australia. I will become an Australian in a few years. I guess everything happens for a reason, mine was the need to be happy.