Moving somewhere new, even somewhere better, can leave you wilted at first. Roots need a minute.

A better situation can still make you miserable for a while. Being uprooted costs something regardless of where you land, because the part of you that knew where everything was has to build all of that again from nothing. Struggling in a good place does not mean you chose wrong.

Give yourself a longer window than feels reasonable, a season rather than a fortnight. In the meantime, fix the small logistics that quietly drain you, like knowing where to buy things and which route to walk. Comfort arrives through routine more often than through any big realisation.