I Wonder What's Next...Nothing

I think most people now know that I'm going away, and I've noticed an interesting trend: it seems that over the last few weeks I've had more than a few conversations about what I'll be doing when I get back.

From my own perspective, I've decided not to think about anything beyond the end of 2009, as I want to live life for the moment - at least for the moment anyway. There are so many options out there, and so many things I could do - I've always been a "what's next" type of person, always thinking about the "next thing" even before the "new thing" has run it's course.

This does make things rather interesting, because I feel almost like an outside observer to someone else's life when these conversations are taking place.

The theories all seem to have a common thread. Either I won't be coming back at all, or I'll be coming back and settling down in the Skipton area. More than a few people think I'll end up working for a charity as relief worker or project manager in some far flung corner of the globe. One person (who shall remain nameless - but you know who you are) thinks I'll meet a rich woman and live a life of luxury traveling around the world :>)

The only person who doesn't have any ideas about what'll happen is me. In the words of one of my favorite songs by Chevelle: I wonder what's next...nothing.