I created this blog to function as a "captain's log" of sorts. I turn 29 in September and this is my first time traveling abroad. This blog will serve as both a time capsule and a digital newsletter.
In five days I will be traveling to Vietnam to teach English for two semesters at a University in Vietnam. In preparation for my departure I have been eating too much cheese and reading as much teaching abroad advice as I can get my digital hands on. What has been catching me off guard the most about preparing to leave is how much the language people use resembles and even mimics that of a terminally ill patient. There have been a lot of "think of the good times" and "I don't want you to go" talks with people lately. This is why they need a hug service. You can send everything else in the mail why not a hug?
Plus, I think I'm not panicking much about the move because I'll still be teaching. I love teaching. I would do it anywhere. I'd teach in a cardboard box in the basement of an abandoned haunted house if you asked me to (please don't). And Vietnam is an amazing country with a rich culture that I've always wanted to experience for myself, so the "good gracious, I'm leaving America!" panic hasn't really set in. I'm too excited. I've always talked about living abroad and now I'm actually doing it. I'm turning 29 half way across the world. This is going to be a very good year.
