i can't stay here; it's not a habitable space. i'm not young anymore, i need to avoid carcinogens as much as possible.

this apartment will kill me. i must leave.

but, there's nowhere to go - or at least not in this city.

so, what do you want me to tell you? i can't stay here, and there's nowhere to go, so i need to find a way out of the city.

and, in order to do that, i'll need to put my things in storage and hit the road.

i don't have another choice.

and, so, was this a good gamble? well, anything is a better choice than sitting here and waiting for the cancer to consume me. any way out of here is preferable.

so, of course i made the right choice - there wasn't a choice to make. i had to do whatever was necessary to evacuate this space, as soon as i could.