I live in Canada, and raised my 2 kids, I had them young. After they were moved out of the house and gone, I thought of my childhood dream to travel around the world.

A year later I was living in a condo down town and I met a girl who was moving into our building for a few months. She was a back packer. Well we never stopped talking about all the travels she had been on. I could feel it --The Backpacker Bug-- was getting to me really bad. I had a very good job, one I though I would retire at, but I would always think and dread the thought of on my death bed saying, "If only I had done it", I really thought that was worse than having a pension. So I said I was going to do it, I marched off to work and gave them my  notice that I would be done work  in 2 months. They were sad to see me go, but very excited and I think somewhat mistified at what I was embarking on, acting like a young teenager running off to see the world.