Time for a change of scenery

I don't think I can live in The Shoebox much longer without causing myself some irreparable harm, be it physically, mentally and emotionally.

The Shoebox hasn't been bad. It has served the purpose for nearly three years; a roof over my head, a place to store my shit and a decent shower. There have been times where it's been a little dodgy. Like that summer that I had zero water pressure because the entire building was being serviced from a fire hydrant. Then there was the obnoxious neighbours that would ring my buzzer at three in the morning to have me let them in (they gave up when I stopped letting them in -- too bad it took me a few tries to figure that one out). Then of course there is the lack of heat I'm currently experiencing, then there was the non-working fridge when I got home from New York and had to replenish ALL of my food, days here and there without electricty, a crappy parking lot.....I could probably go on.

Looking at the list I'm realizing that maybe this place hasn't been as good (or even decent as I thought). In fact it's like I'm in an abusive relationship with my apartment. It takes advantage of me and I put up with it because it's what I know. It's within walking distance of work and is convenient to downtown. And it's not that BAD. Or at least that's what I tell myself.

I think it's the combination of The Shoebox being a shithole and my current lack of lust for the QC that has me contemplating this change of scenery. I need to move apartments so why not move cities while I'm at it?!

The only thing I'm worried about is my unhappiness is going to follow me wherever I move and I don't want to taint another city with the gloom I pack from here.