All My Bags Are Packed

This is my first post. I thought it would be poetic to begin the day before my trip begins (or I just put it off until now, whichever). That means my trip begins tomorrow. I leave tomorrow for Prague, via 5 days in London, to take a TEFL course to learn how to teach English to speakers of other languages. I don't know how long I will be gone, but I'm not coming back at the end of the month. I know that much. I will not make bold, inspiring statements about the commencement of a new chapter and the birth of a new person, but I am ready to go. At least I think I am. People keep asking me how I feel about this...trip? Adventure? Post-quarter-life crisis? And I don't know how to answer. I'm at once apprehensive, excited, joyful and terrified. All I know is that all I have to do is get on the plane. The rest will take care of itself. The last couple of weeks have been a blur of packing, errands, dinners and goodbyes, but mostly of waiting. All my life I've been waiting for something to happen, and it seems like now is as good a time as any to make it happen. I can't say I know what to expect, but I do know that I want to travel. I am going to miss so many people, but I'm going to meet new people too. Hopefully this will help me keep a record of my goings-on both for my own record, and for those who care to know what I'm up to. In case anyone was wondering (will anyone read this?) The title comes from the Robert Frost poem, "The Road Not Taken". All right, hopefully this will get easier and I will feel less like I'm typing for an audience, or at least become more comfortable with that audience. I guess when I'm traveling and living life, I'll have a lot more to write about. Until then, I'm out.