existential angst

At the moment I'm going through what everyone else I know went through when they were about 22-25 years old. Sheer and utter panic about finding a job, choosing a location to live, and taking the first step to picking a life for myself.

Some would say that I've got it good. I have absolutely no constraints to my decision making process. If I wanted to move to Rio de Janeiro and live in the shadow of that cool Christ the Redeemer statue, I could. If I wanted to join the Peace Corp and live out the next few years serving people out of mosquito tents in Africa, I could. If wanted to pick some lovely US city and start saving to buy a white house with a picket fence, I could. There is no job, no location, no boundaries on my decision.

But there are too many choices and too many variables to consider. Sometimes I feel that I am just not up to figuring out the whole thing.

Ok...so here's some of my variables...
-It would be nice to live closer to my family OR at least make enough money at a job so that I can visit them often.
-In the US I've imagined myself moving to Seattle, but the cost of living there is outrageous, and I haven't come across any high paying, entry-level jobs there yet.
-I also would love to be overseas again, but I'm afraid I'm going to be lonely. I've lived my life as a wanderer, and although it's lovely, sometimes you need to make some roots.
-Probably the most important variable is that I want to be doing something interesting...I can't see myself doing a job that just anyone who lives in suburbia would do.

Psychological research actually shows that too many choices makes a person more unhappy, not less. I feel the truth of those findings.