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That having been said, my 20s were definitely cool.
Found my stride in college, really. Was considered sort of a nerd before that, got featured in a photo in the school paper in my one and only year at a prep school called "Freaks, Jocks, and Zeroes." Needless to day, now decades later, their requests for alumni contributions fall on deaf ears.
But I was already in college at 20. Learned to play 12 string guitar like Leo Kottke, balalaika and Russian music, started to travel seriously on my own, met my wife-to-be in a cabaret in (West-) Berlin, got recruited for my job by the outfit I'm still with (now as station chief for Europe), had no health worries, made enough salary to do pretty much anything I wanted (modest aspirations helped). Traveled to Europe a LOT, also Asia, the Seychelles, Cuba, plenty of places in North America, finally moved in with my wife-to-be at age 26, haven't looked back.
You won't notice the difference from the day before to the day after, but it'll come, believe me. It won't hit you in the eyes like a sledge hammer, but there will come plenty of times when you just look around you and say hey, this is WAY cool.
I turned 20 exactly 37 years ago, and remember it like it was yesterday.
Gotta admit, I had one hell of a good time in my 20s. I hope you do too!
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