It sucks. I live in NYC. But I'm with my family North until April 15 when the husband is supposed to vacate. I actually believe him. Then I get my apt. back, my dog, the park that I like to walk in... Start rebuilding.
Maybe that's another reason feeling like such a failure. I've been here about a month and a half and I still have three more weeks. I didn;t know how long I'd be here, been trying to keep myself busy, but I think I'm unravelling at the edges a little bit.