"A great many things keep happening..."

"A great many things keep happening. Some of them good, some of them bad."

That seems like a fairly apt quote. I'm having thoughts about the future. By the future I actually mean from the end of September. Given that everything that brought me towards London has gone, will be leaving or was never there in the first place, there's little point in staying there for another year. Sure, it's an exciting place, but if two thirds of my income is going on rent then I can hardly take advantage of much of it. So I move elsewhere? But there are no jobs. So I go back to uni? Perhaps. It's a possibility, certainly. Perhaps I just try applying for lots of jobs in places that seem fun in May time and see what happens. If nothing comes up then I move home and keep trying.

Lots of possibilities. No real direction. Just like before really. Things never change.