Traveling is a fool’s paradise. Our first journeys discover to us the indifference of places. At home I dream that at Naples, at Rome, I can be intoxicated with beauty, and lose my sadness. I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea, and at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the stern fact, the sad self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from. I seek the Vatican, and the palaces. I affect to be intoxicated with sights and suggestions, but I am not intoxicated. My giant goes with me wherever I go.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
You take yourself with you wherever you go, so running off to a new place is no way to escape. You’ll just end up replicating the same patterns that got you where you are in the first place. But if you work on changing habits that don’t serve you, and replacing them with ones that do you’ll notice that you no longer feel like you have to escape from the situation, and can feel more comfortable in your surroundings.