Don't Know Anything

Today I feel the exact opposite about working.
I feel tied down now, like I can't go to Italy anymore for very long, because I have to work two days a week here at a freelance job in London, a job that really is a helluva lot worse than the job I used to have in the States.
But I guess I'm lucky to have anything, right? And I need the money, right?
But two days a week is hardly anything.
But then maybe it's too much.
I don't know.
I don't know anything.
I used to know stuff.
Every since I moved here, I know nothing.
I don't know what to do.
I don't think I'm happy here.
But I have no idea what to do about it.
I don't know anything anymore.