Why I Travel Every Weekend?

Because One Day, I Might Not Be Able To…

“Weekend is coming — any plans”. It’s a question that circle around every Friday morning in most offices.

Some says they are catching up on the latest Netflix series. Others talk about their sleep debt after a hectic week. The answers vary — but they usually revolve around rest or screen, mostly at home. Not bad.

When it’s my turn the sounds. a little different: “So, where are you driving this week?”. People at work know me well enough by now — that I like to drive. I like to Travel. I’m the kind of person who keeps the car tanked, venue decided, route finalised, where to stop in-between and what to see planned in excel and looking to start weekend to execute them.

Now, I won’t say I traveled every single weekend. But I was consistent — far more than most people around me. Not because I was trying to prove a point. But because I knew something deep down: I wanted to make the most of now.

The Power of Travel

Travel, for me, has never been about checking into fancy hotels or lounging at luxury resorts. It’s not about showing off destinations or ticking boxes from a bucket list. Travel means unfolding your life — getting new experiences.

It means stepping into unfamiliar streets, sharing meals with strangers, learning a few words in a local dialect, and opening yourself up to a world that’s both different and beautifully similar. It’s about collecting moments, not things. Tasting new foods, observing local customs, and hearing stories that change the way you see your own life.

Let me be honest — most of my trips aren’t fancy. Some weekends it’s a short drive to a fort, a quiet trail, or a small village with a local market.

But every time, I return with something money can’t buy:

• A conversation with a tea seller who once cycled to another state during lockdown.
• A sunset I watched alone, on top of a hill, with no one else around.
• The joy of discovering a hidden waterfall 90 minutes from my city.

These are my souvenirs. Stories. Smiles. Silences.

Why Weekends Matter

Many people ask, “Isn’t it exhausting to travel every weekend?”

But here’s the thing: staying in the same routine every week, working Monday to Friday and spending weekends at home waiting for life to get exciting — that is exhausting.

Travel doesn’t drain me; it fills me. It’s my reset button. A reminder that the world is bigger than emails, deadlines, and screens. Even if it’s just 24 hours — on a train, a bike, a car, or my own two feet — it’s worth it.

You Don’t Need a Perfect Plan

Here’s what I’ve learned:

• You don’t need a flight ticket to start traveling.
• You don’t need a lot of money.
• You don’t even need company.

All you need is curiosity and a little courage to break the pattern.

Look around — within 100 km of wherever you are, there are probably dozens of places you’ve never explored. A nearby village, an old stepwell, a dusty trail that leads to a forest temple. If you’re waiting for someone to join you, or the weather to be perfect, or work to get lighter — you might be waiting forever…

The Quiet Regret of the Ones Who Waited

My in-laws sometimes watch my weekend photos and smile. They’re happy I get to experience what they couldn’t. But behind their smile, I see a quiet sadness — the kind that comes from knowing you could have, but didn’t.

That’s why I write this — not just for me, but for you. If you’ve been putting off your travels for the right moment…If you’ve been waiting for everything to align…Please hear this: The right time is now.

A Life Well-Lived is a Life Well-Traveled

Not everyone can quit their job and become a full-time traveler. That’s okay. You don’t need to. But maybe you can promise yourself this: One small trip. Every weekend.

Just to remind yourself you’re alive. Just to collect moments. Because one day, your legs might not climb hills like they used to. One day, your calendar might be free, but your spirit may not. So while you can — move. Travel. Wander. Get lost. And find pieces of yourself in places you never expected.

That’s why I travel every weekend. Because someday, I might not be able to