What doooo I want?

So, I'm pretty damn sure I don't want to do Operations Research.  It's not that it isn't cool, but I know deep down I will never have a passion for it, and the thought of office life becoming permanent is extremely depressing.  So I've been thinking about what I WOULD like to do.  I've thought of moving to New Zealand for a year, or working in a National Park for a few months, I've thought of just giving into office life for a while until I can do something else...
But every time someone asks me how I got into all this, it was through teaching.  I truly loved it, and didn't suck at it too much.  Now I know teaching has its own set of struggles, and its own "office" dynamic.  But I miss it.  And I was good at it.  I think it made me really happy, to get through to a student and see the lightbulb turn on.  It boosted my ego to know that I was a part of someone's intellectual growth.
Maybe I'll pay my dues and finish out this year so I can say I have a Master's, then go get a credential in the state most likely to hire me.  What state would that be??????  NO CLUE.  Also, some schools avoid hiring people with a graduate education...what to do?  Maybe I can work for a private school, they don't have mandatory pay scales.
I don't know.  I'm tired.  I've been sick.  Life is hard, huh.

I think lately, the wild has been calling to me in particular.  I made the delicious mistake of watching "The National Parks: America's Best Idea" and nearly cried on several occasions.  Damn you, John Muir!  Damn you for saying all that I feel and making me homesick for the wild.  There is nothing on this earth I have met so far that brings me the peace of being on top of a mountain.  And most of those beautiful moments have happened in Yosemite.  How I miss you, Yosemite.  I want to meet with the mountains again, and let them tell me how small I am.  How unimportant, and yet, important.  I believe the Creator made these places so that people like me might stand in awe of His artwork.  Perhaps those places would have gone on if I had never been born, and I know they will go on when I'm gone, but it is nice to think, however arrogant it may be, that that high place was made with a small thought of me.

I am going to climb Half Dome.  Someday.  Someday.