I'm back in Torridaussity Two

So I came back Wednesday night from Iceland and although Iceland was all that I hoped it would be my trip was not. Overall it was great, but there were many times I was reduced to tears and now that I am back real life is hitting me with a sledgehammer of stress. I slept so well most nights while away and I am back to not sleeping, being sick, and being stressed. I was only to have 38 hours a week which would have made it a little harder on me financially, but doable and with less stress and now I am back to 44 which yes is great for the money, but means I won’t have any free nights and a new client and more stress. Can I runaway? Oh and Irishman tells me he wants to make me happy and then drops off the planet again. Really anyone want a roommate? It’s all too much.