Simplicity vs Adventure

I feel torn between worlds... not really living in either, but existing in a sort of mid-western limbo land.  I have one foot standing inside a door of adventure, travel, unpredictability, and conquest.  This is where I find myself contemplating joining the the Coast Guard, applying for jobs in other countries, or pursuing my medic license while enrolled in a police academy somewhere near Lake Tahoe.  I want adventure and physically demanding challenges.  People say, "this is the time in your life to do that!  Young, single, few commitments, go for it!"  I've already traveled and moved more in the last four years than many do in a lifetime.  It's held challenging, yet amazing experiences - I want more!  I want to explore the rest of the 24 states that I've never visited, try various jobs out while adding more diversity to my interests, and ever challenging myself to live outside of my comfort zone.   

Yet my other foot longs for a simple controlled life.  This involves commitment to 2 or 3 important things and the development of some sort of...dare I say...routine.  Currently I'm living in a small town of Lincoln, NE juggling applying for several full-time jobs while holding multiple part-time positions together in a precarious balance.  This involves constant paperwork, resumes, job interviews, cluttered and irregular calendar appointments,  and the constant feeling that I'm forgetting to do something important.  I want ONE good full-time job without thinking of applying for another.  Just one job to dedicate myself fully to and move up in my position and income.  I'm very attracted to the prospect of knowing when I will receive my next paycheck and what numbers will be on it.  Maybe I could actually create a budget!  Also, I want my own place.  Just a simple house/apt. that I can set things up the way I want them and live there for at least a full year.  You know, somewhere I can just throw my stuff where ever I want it and walk around in my underwear any time I want.  I can eat whatever is in the fridge without thinking, "Is this mine?  Wait... who's been drinking my juice!?"  I can get a bed that my whole body fits on... no feet hanging off the edge and awkwardly smashed against the wall.  And most importantly... I want to get a dog!    I'll wake up at my regular time and go work my regular hours and come home to find "Shadrack" waiting eagerly for his kibble as I argue with him over who gets to eat first.  Then we can go running together and feed off each others energy, competing to see who can keep their tongue off the pavement.  Yep, just me and Shadrack in or our own little shack in some small town.

Whichever direction the next year brings me... I will apply all my mental and spiritual fortitude to remain content in whatever situation I find myself.