You return to the motherland with memories and photographs you inflict upon others.
You get this out of your system after a month or two, (or three) and ready to begin life again.
You give up on the ideals of travel and get a job at La Villa shopping Plaza working security.
You save up and rent an apartment for the duration of your 30s. In the first few years, the apartment is empty, and white-walled, after 35, maybe there's a house plant, a pop culture movie poster and a few fairy lights - a shrine to a life. You slowly trade your travel bug for materialism.
In this timeline, you didn't find love, (or was it love that didn't find you?) Years of dry swallowing Ambien pills later and you no longer fear dying alone though so that's a plus.
(I recommend if you like your simulation avatar you do not choose the worst option)