Hello,
Something else was simply not possible in the big city without money.
That is simply not true. When you were a child, there were holiday programs for very little money through Caritas, the Red Cross, or ASB, and also quite a few cities/municipalities and communities that offered holiday activities for children who stayed at home.
This has mainly affected my current life in that I absolutely dislike going anywhere (and then having to pay for it?). For that, however, I place the utmost importance on my everyday life and my home being perfectly tailored to my needs. In my opinion, you get more out of that than torturing yourself for 48 weeks a year and then spending 4 weeks making a fuss for a lot of money. The recovery, as can be seen well with others, unfortunately doesn’t last very long.
Everyone needs a "little escape" from everyday life: it can be a trip to the nearest body of water, the dacha, or a family visit if the family relationships are good. It does not have to be a vacation paid off all year long through a permanent debt relationship. Seeing the same walls and faces 365 days a year can only drive one insane; aside from that, one's own horizon increasingly settles in one place :(
You seem, if I interpret your posts correctly (hardly anything else is possible), not to have had a particularly happy childhood. At this point, I want to point out that by "happy" I do not mean "financially independent."
By the way, other acquaintances and relatives I have hardly ever go on vacation. Only in the "media" are you then surprised to read that vacation apparently is standard for many people. Well, life styles can be that different.
Using other people of the same opinion as reinforcement of your own argument has never been particularly successful.
On the contrary, compared to him I am still a travel pro. On the few occasions where I "had to" go abroad, I took him with me. It was always exhausting and without him I wouldn’t have endured it at all.
So you are not enough for yourself, even temporarily, alone...
But in hindsight, it was an experience each time that one somehow recalls fondly – paradoxical!
That is not paradoxical. However, it proves that you are deceiving yourself inwardly. Your soul – I can’t call it otherwise – is mocking you ;)
Only working for the dream of your own four walls, possibly even nurturing it as an inheritance for your offspring, year in and year out from the same eternal routine – I seriously ask you: don’t you want to include something like living in your considerations?
Rhenish greetings