I always wanted to travel when I was younger. My dad had done loads before he settled down with my mum and aspired to be like him.
For various reasons it didn't happen (aside from trip round Australia for honeymoon) when I was younger, but after I got divorced at 40 I managed to fit in a few trips abroad with my DD before Covid struck.
This year I turn 50 and have got trips to Paris and Sicily booked, as well as 10 days in Yorkshire.
I'm increasingly realising that I'm most excited about Yorkshire, where I'm staying at two places I've been before (but never both in the same holiday). I'm looking forward to Sicily with my daughter because we'll be able to spend time together relaxing, and tbh dreading Paris a bit.
It's a solo trip I booked on the spur of the moment and would cancel if I wouldn't lose the entire cost.
There are still places I would like to go, but overarchingly im just not that fussed. The airport and public transport logistics, costs (I'm single and work term time only so there's a fair bit of sacrifice involved in getting a trip abroad sorted financially. There's no way I can get abroad during the summer holidays so I have to squeeze trips into the shorter holidays), packing etc just doesn't float my boat anymore.
But I feel like I'm letting go of part of myself, and I guess something that was part of my Dad who passed away four years ago. Also feel like my daughter will see me as painfully boring and 'giving up' a bit.
Has anyone else had this when they've gotten older?