Dear Prudence,
I know some people can be homebodies, but I feel like I might have something going on deeper than that. I see everyone with some stories to tell of places they’ve been and experiences they have gone through, and I can’t help but realize how dull and empty my life has been for 29 years. I don’t travel at all. France, Japan, South America, and many others are places I would love to see but something is preventing me from accomplishing that. I feel like the kid at Walmart who was lost looking for his mother. I’ve never been comfortable solo traveling, and it feels like I don’t know how. I hate this feeling. I want to be well-traveled and spread my wings, if that makes sense. I’m not getting any younger. I want to make memories too, but I get severely cold feet? What’s wrong with me? How do I take those first steps?
—Wanting Wanderlust