It was most of 1993 and the very start of 1994 for me. A fair old while ago. But if memory serves at 20 I:
1) Got made redundant for the 2nd time, resulting in a 10-month period of unemployment;
2) Split up with a gf (Lisa), started seeing someone else, a Dane (Katrine), then subsequently split up with her about 6 months later because she felt my other commitments left me with too little time for her, and she wanted to move back home after completing her studies besides;
3) Did my first "Grand Tour of the Black Mountains/Brecon Beacons", and got to sit on a bench at Hereford railway station for 3 hours after my train home broke down somewhere to the south. It wasn't too bad, it was summer so the rain was quite warm
;
4) Enrolled on a college course in the September. Had a barney with the tutor on the 2nd or 3rd day over something completely trivial. Left.
What I remember most clearly was it being a time when I felt that I didn't really know what I wanted, how to find out what it was or where to get it. I only knew what I
didn't want, and what I didn't want seemed to be all of the things that my family (and perhaps working class society in the Midlands more generally) told me I
should want.