Dear Prudence,
My 20s were a mess. I was broke, mentally ill, and abusing substances. I was miserable, suicidal, and barely surviving. I always wanted to travel, go to college, study abroad, and backpack through Europe, but I wasn’t able to.
Somehow, in my 30s, I managed to claw my way back into a normal existence and average career. Through a lot of hard work and some dumb luck, I’ve also managed to save up enough money to take a year off work. I want to travel the world. I want to have some of the experiences I missed out on in my 20s.
But I’m not in my 20s, I’m in my 40s now. It’s not going to be the same experience. I know some of it is purely outlook and attitude—nothing is stopping me from staying in a hostel with a bunch of students. Maybe they’d even think I’m cool. But I’m not going to have a torrid love affair with a handsome young tour guide. I’m not going to have the same experiences or opportunities I would have as an attractive young woman when I am middle-aged and overweight.
Do you have any advice on how to navigate this once-in-a-lifetime trip? I am not trying to be self-deprecating—just realistic. How do I make up for the experiences I never had in my 20s, while acknowledging the realities of my current age?