Eight Reasons to Start Traveling In Your 30s

Our 30s are often thought to be the slow­ing down years. The time when we leave behind our youth­ful exu­ber­ance, propen­si­ty to take risks and start focus­ing more on set­tling down and start­ing a fam­i­ly. For those who weren’t for­tu­nate enough to start explor­ing over­seas in their 20s, the mind­set that trav­el­ing just isn’t an option for them starts to take shape.

That’s a load of crap. Your 30s actu­al­ly might be the best time of your life to start trav­el­ing, and here’s why.

You’ve got your stuff togeth­er.
They say that our 30s is the decade when we final­ly start feel­ing a sense of true con­fi­dence in our­selves. We care less about what oth­ers think of us, we’ve (most­ly) got our careers fig­ured out and we’re mak­ing way more mon­ey than we did in our 20s, and they’re kind of right. For those rea­sons alone it’s a great time to start trav­el­ing since you’ll be able to real­ly afford it and appre­ci­ate what you’re expe­ri­enc­ing on a whole dif­fer­ent lev­el at this point in your life.

You can afford it.
As we men­tioned above, peo­ple tend to have a sta­ble career some­where in their 30s and more mon­ey com­ing in. That means you’ve got more you can spend on trav­el. Instead of pur­chas­ing an expen­sive house, use that mon­ey explor­ing new places.

You’ll appre­ci­ate it more.
Let’s be hon­est, when we’re in our 20s most of the things we enjoy revolve around drink­ing and we tend to take that habit with us over­seas. Your 30s are when the need to drink takes a back­seat to the need to expe­ri­ence life a lit­tle more ful­ly. Instead of rock­ing out until 3 am in Ams­ter­dam, in your 30s you’ll prob­a­bly enjoy a few more sun­sets and be more prone to go on that cycling tour in France than you were at 23.

You devel­op real rela­tion­ships.
The best part of being 30 is that you’ve reached the point where you can gen­er­al­ly tell a real friend from a fake. Rather than rack­ing up bar bud­dies over­seas, you’ll spend more time hav­ing gen­uine con­ver­sa­tions about life with peo­ple and you’ll form long-last­ing friend­ships. Gone will be the one-night stands with name­less faces and in their place, you’ll find actu­al friend­ships with peo­ple who’ve lived an entire­ly dif­fer­ent life from you that’ll help you grow as a human being.

You just don’t care any­more.
Our 20s are a time of con­stant com­pe­ti­tion to stay on top of things and to impress those around us. We com­pete for dates and for jobs and always feel like we have to be putting our best foot for­ward. By the time 30 rolls around, we just gen­uine­ly don’t give a $#!t. That’s a great atti­tude to have while trav­el­ing, you’ll find, because pre­cious time won’t be spent over­com­pen­sat­ing for inse­cu­ri­ties and can be put to bet­ter use, like sleep­ing in even though you’re only in Paris for three days.

You’ve devel­oped mad skills.
Whether you’ve found skills in con­vers­ing with strangers or sim­ply pack­ing a suit­case, you’re bound to be bet­ter at every­thing you kind of sucked at in your 20s, which will make trav­el­ing so much eas­i­er. You’ll pack with effi­cien­cy, know bet­ter than to expect every­one to cater to you and you prob­a­bly speak at least a sec­ond lan­guage or more by now. This also means you won’t sweat the small stuff when things go wrong, as they inevitably will, and will be able to han­dle any sit­u­a­tion with­out call­ing home to mom­my and dad­dy to help you fix it.

You’ll take smarter risks.
Risk-tak­ing doesn’t com­plete­ly end when you hit your fourth decade, but the types of risks you’re will­ing to take actu­al­ly make sense now. You’ll play it safer as you trav­el and not put your­self in sit­u­a­tions where things could go hor­ri­bly wrong just for the sake of being a dare­dev­il.

You’re still young.
Guess what? You’re 30, not dead. You’ve still got a ton of ener­gy, a healthy body and plen­ty of years ahead of you. Long hikes along for­eign trails are still read­i­ly doable and you can go sky­div­ing, swim with dol­phins and even race cars in strange coun­tries.