I understand that sometimes we think that if we go some place else, make something different, we will change, "things" will go better. But as many realise, we carry our world within ourselves and going for a monastery, for instance, will not do much if we don't work within ourselves. I am remembering this story (was it in a Jack Cornfield book?) about a Zen practitioner who stayed in Japanese monastery for years (20 years I think) practising meditation and everything and thought he achieved something: serenity, a calm mind. Then he had to travel to New York. The first thing it happened when he arrived: he gets absolutely mad with a taxidriver. He was appaled. All those years of peace and then, the first occasion, when confronted with a situation, crash!