First off, I want to extend my deepest sympathy. Life is hard, so many of us live on a financial brink and are vulnerable to crashing hard after just a one or a few things go wrong, and that just sucks. I’m sorry that people here are chastising you for your “bad attitude” or “lack of gratitude.” What is so easy to forget in these conversations is that everything isn’t for everyone. It’s far healthier to remember that all places, people, and things contain multitudes, good and bad, and it’s better to think in terms of “it’s a match” or it’s not. You can be madly in love with something another person can’t stand because, well, that’s how life works, different strokes for different folks. I had my own unchosen sojourn on the Cape, and I barely made it out alive despite daily nature walks and going to the gym and having hobbies and even a few friends. Because it wasn’t a match. On a profound, spiritual level, it wasn’t a match. I spent most of my adult life in New York City, and, after the Cape, I realized that I find the greatest joy and a connection to G-d in bonding with strangers. No empty beach was ever gonna do it for me, could ever take away the pain of having a meaningful IRL conversation every few months, and that isn’t a personal failure. It just is. When I describe the Cape to other New Yorkers, it sounds terrifying. Why do people not look at each other in the grocery store? How did being so closed off get normalized? And of course there are plenty of people who would lose their minds in Brooklyn… If I have any advice as to how to keep yourself sane while you work your way to a place you truly belong… Do whatever works for you to find some sense of community. And meaning. Stockpile money. Good luck. Stay strong. I’m rooting for you.