I know I want to travel, I know I want to see the world, and I know that doing it on my own is my only real option. But I don’t know if I’m ready for it, if I’m able to travel the world and live so far away from home. I don’t know if I’m cut out for it, or ever will be.
I loved travelling last summer with my Brother to Rome and with the girls to Barcelona, however I also love the thought of being in sole control of my itinerary; but that’s also what scares me.
My plan at the moment is to get qualified to teach English as a foreign language as soon as I graduate university and then take up teaching positions around the world, working for 6 months to a year and then exploring with the money I’ve earned. I’d do this for a few years after uni and use my experiences as inspiration for my novels and maybe even venture into non-fiction. Then maybe after like 5 years I’d have an idea of what I want as a long term job or, if the universe is kind to me, then I will have become a reasonably successful published author.
But I don’t know if I’d be any good at teaching or living abroad – and I’ve never been good at learning foreign languages – and 2 years is a long time to wait until I can start making more definite plans. That time until I graduate is good in a way, time to decide whether I would be suited or not. But that time also seems bad, because its time to spend stressing and worrying about what the future might hold…