Champagne for my real friends and real pain for my sham friends

So one day I got a real job.  And one day I had a real house.  And one day I finally realized that life was happening the whole time I was drowning.

         Life is pretty crazy right now.  Ive moved out of my house in Lexington and quit my job-- Im currently trying to decide where I want to go next.  I'm always saying the world is my oyster but, in reality, I dont think I truly know what that means.  Freedom is what I always invision when I say that particular sentence.  Is freedom really what I'm after?  Have I not had this so-called "freedom" already?  I'm young and I have so many options as to what I want to do or where I want to go.  I'm so completely torn and Ive never been more scared in my whole life.  
         I moved to Lexington this past November and essentially I was running away from all my problems.  They werent major problems, by any means, but I have a tendency to get extremely restless staying in one place for too long.   I completely jumped the gun with that one!  I found the first friend that wanted to move as well, and we were off.  Thats when everything got truly crazy, however, all that is neither here nor there.  What really matters is that I am at a point in my life where I want something different. I want to be settled (as my mom says) and do something and stick with it.  I suppose the real question would be am I capable of such a thing?!
         Ive considered Savannah, Georgia, somewhere in the Cape, Massachusetts, Northern California, Maine, Oregon, Montana, and Florida.  I really don't know where I will end up.  All I want is to be happy again.  Someone once asked me if I was truly as happy as I came off as being.  If I found as much excitement and zeal out of life as I portreyed in my everyday life. The answer was yes.  I was beyond happy-- and for no particular reason.  Yes, Ive always considered myself a truly blessed person, but I was happy simply because I was alive.  I found such happiness in the most simple things and situations.  Im still the same person.. only slightly jaded.  I need to find my niche--a new hobby-- perhaps a permament place of residence not involving my parents.  Im 21 and the world is my oyster.  Sigh, freedom, here I come-- once again.