Options, options...too many options!

Today i've done nothing. But sleep. I should be phoning up shipping companies to find out how much it costs to box stuff home, but I already know. I have a job interview in Milton Keynes on Tuesday for an Open Space Officer or something like that, it is a contract job and they want to pay me £22/hr. That's good money, but it's Milton Keynes. To be honest, I can't be bothered. I've found a scholarhsip at the University of Sydney for coastal stuff studying under the right guy, doing the right thing (almost) - $25k/yr for 3 years.

This last month has been all about options. Australia? Work? New Zealand and Summer? PhD? London and pounds sterling? It's been a bizarre expererience, so much so that I didn't really now what to do. Like a buffet or smorgasboard with too many treats to chose from. However, i've made my decision now and I'm sticking to it, through thick or thin. I feel kind of lucky that I have so many options, I know a lot of people who would kill for this freedom. Better make the most of it eh!