I know many people in their 20s have a lot of anxiety about hitting the big 3-0. The thing that made me feel the most unsettled about turning 30 was that I never did that big backpacking trip that you’re “supposed” to do in your 20s. As my 30th birthday drew nearer I started to feel an increasing sadness that the opportunity for this kind of adventure was over. Backpacking in my 30s was out of the question. The end of my 20s meant the end of the ride. The fun had to stop, and it was time to get really serious about life.
Even though I crossed the 30 threshold I still had this persistent desire to take an extended amount of time to see the world. Although I initially thought I was too old to upend my life I soon came to cherish the experience of backpacking in my 30s.