Awaiting the end

I've loved this uni ride. I have. I've been to some fantastic places, met some fantastic people, but I am going to be beyond happy when I walk out of that last exam. And I'll walk out with my head held high. Now - I'm just starting to get terrified about what I'm supposed to do afterwards. I still want to work in Africa. I want to travel - I want to see the Northern Lights, dance with the locals in Rio, walk through a thousands year old building in Europe, feel the majesty of Stonehenge. I don't know - I'm pretty sure I don't want to stay in Cairns. Fairly certain actually. But the whole "falling in love thing" has complicated that, Jed wants to move to the tablelands, I mean sure, if I can get a good job up there in my field (which there are plenty of up there - it's just a matter of getting one) I'll give it a go. But it won't be enough. I know it won't be. I'm too hungry to learn and experience to settle down just yet, and I've tried to explain that to him but what we perceive as learning and experiences seem to be on a different level. It's still early days though, and I'm not giving up on this without a fight, but I'm too young and I'm dreaming too big to not go out and try it... Boys appear to complicate everything. i know I love him, and right now I'm with him, so I'll graduate and then I guess we see what happens from there. Hence my terrified state.