Once more with... feeling?

I move so much it seems. But I also feel like I really need to get out and do my own life. I feel discontent here. Like I dread going home. I can't deal with all the dogs. And the huge mess that the kitchen always is. There's no space and I don't want to be in it. The laundry room is basically the same way. A few months ago, I had pull a bunch of towels and blankets out of the drier so I piled them on top of it. They've been there ever since. The cat sleeps on them.

I feel kind of guilty and conflicted about wanting to leave though.

Last time I lived on my own it wasn't great for my mental health but this place I'm going to look at tomorrow sounds good. It has a gym and pool so I can go work out when I'm feeling depressed. I hope the rooms I look at are at least a little bigger and nicer than my first studio. I never want a basement apartment again. I would prefer to not have upstairs neighbors either.