Time to go.

A few months ago I agreed to move to Lashio, Myanmar to teach English at a private Burmese school. I'll be their first ever foreign teacher, and I'll be teaching all ages from pre-k through the teachers.

I have to admit, I'm terrified. I'm not sure whether or not I'll be able to make any friends who speak English. I'm not sure whether I'll have hot running water, or reliable internet. Im not sure how I'm going to teach English when I don't really speak any Burmese.

And yet, somehow, I am sure that this is what I'm supposed to be doing at this point in my life. I'm not sure why, but beneath all the nerves and anxiety and uncertainty, there's an underlying calm, a knowledge that this experience is going to turn me into a stronger and more worldly person. Three months with a lot less conversation and connectivity will be three months with a lot more introspection and discovery, and I'm ready. Good thing, too, because I'm in the domestic terminal of the Yangon airport, and it's time to go.