Getting restless

I'm getting the itch. It's the itch to get off my ass and do something interesting. I've been half-heartedly hoping to land a job here in Santa Barbara, but it doesn't look like that'll happen. I've been staying on a friend's boat in the harbor, in exchange for some very menial labor, which would make living in SB very affordable. "Unfortunately" though, it looks like I'll be going to Plan B: living and working in Carmel.
Back before I left to travel, when I was working on the dive boat Conception (here in SB), I met a really nice guy from Carmel. Mike is a high school teacher there, as well as the instructor for the school's scuba diving program. When he came on the boat with his daughter (then, one of his students) as well as a few other kids from his Scientific Diving class, I got to chatting with him and it came up that I often find myself in Monterey/Carmel to go diving myself. He offered to have me stay with him and his wife anytime I'm there. Well, since then I've made several trips up there under the pretense of going diving. To be honest, I enjoy spending time with Mike, his wife Patti, and his daughter Nancy so much that I take any chance I get to spend a few days with them.
Anyways, they have once again opened their home to me temporarily, should I choose to relocate to Carmel. It seems like a fantastic opportunity, and so I'm hoping to go up there around Thanksgiving, land a job, and get set up in the Monterey area for awhile. With any luck at all, I'll find a full-time job and save up enough money to go to Germany next May for Matthias and Melli's wedding, and go travelling a bit afterwards.
If history is any guide though, whatever plans I make now will bear very little resemblance to the reality of what actually happens. It's okay though, because I like the unpredictability of it all.
Maybe I should just buy a lottery ticket...