I wish finances were the reason I'm not traveling as I had hoped to do in retirement. It's health. I'd gladly trade you if we only could but you would be getting the raw end of that deal and would cuss me out daily for getting you to agree to that swap. It's illness, severe chronic pain and mobility impairment preventing me from traveling.
But money wise, I have SS and a pension from my previous employer, the State of New York. I also don't rely on Medicare (can't what that doesn't cover is astounding and why I don't believe in socialized medicine) but the insurance I kept at a lower price than Medicare from my State job, which reimburses my Medicare premium. Good because Medicare is useless.
I don't drive. Never did. And I rent, so no property taxes and maintenance. Well, technically, if anyone thinks their landlord's operating at a loss, they're a fool; renters do pay property taxes and maintenance but it's part of their rent. So it's a steady monthly expense with no surprises, except perhaps at the end of your lease because if they went up for your landlord, that rent is going to jack up in the lease renewal. You have the option of moving but that's expensive so you have to weigh that against the rent increase and, of course, can you really get anything cheaper. These days... not so much. Rents are up.
But still the grandson is adult so his mother, the child has long been gone. The child that was the bulk of my single mother expense. I could afford her or a car while she was growing up. I chose her. (Go figure.) I raised her alone without child support or assistance of any kind.
Except that year we were adopted by our local firefighters and Santa really came. Even my vicious cat

liked him. (No lie, the cat I warned everyone do not pet she will bite you, as his men looked on amused apparently used to this, curled up purring on the chief's lap like she was in love when he ignored said warning saying cats always like me. He didn't lie.) Needless to say, it was throughout her childhood that I felt poor and lived paycheck to paycheck.
Now, I have SS and the pension and a few thousand in the bank and a very high credit rating. Weird how your credit rating goes up when you're not using it and have no need of it. Well, not no need. Landlords do often have a minimum credit rating (which I'm over 100 above what they usually ask) these days. So it does help me get nice apartments.
I'm doing my best ever financially and feel rich (even though really I'm lower middle class) and I must admit I do like not worrying about money for a change but, man, I'd rather have my health. Though it's a Catch 22. It's probably all those years of poverty and seeing to my daughter's needs before my own that caused the bad health. Well, that and bad genetics. Which, sigh, are starting to catch up to her at 42.
If I did pay for a car. I'd be poor. I'm not willing to live in a scary neighborhood to own a car. Period. Point blank.