Recent dream 1 - Russia

Even though it's only about 1/2 of a hour since I woke up, I'm only able to remember the 'last' few parts of what feels like a disjointed dream...

I was moving, or I was looking to move. My son K (the one who had the brain tumor) and I were sorta out looking for an apt., but it was this weird post-modern, early Russian-looking urban setting that we were searching for an apt. in. The weather was typical barren winter landscape - mostly overcast, windy, peeks of sun throughout. We were getting the apt tour in this large, storied building - not what we wanted at all, but the impression from the emotional tone of the dream was that I had to be there - there wasn't much else.
We went into apartment that was still occupied, and we were both standing in the laundry room, as the older and overweight female tenant was telling us that the washer wasn't working. K and I stepped in and were taking a look under the washer and such, trying to figure out what exactly was wrong with it. The laundry room area was right off of the back pouch area, and I was out there waiting for his final assessment of the washer. i stood gazing out over the landscape - few and far between smaller, windblown trees, overcast sky, large concrete buildings dotting the still faintly green lawns between them. K came out onto the porch and was walking past me to go down the stairs to leave when he said something about the washer needing a snub-noise electric plug, meaning it needed a new shorter cord. I looked back at the view and the grey sky and started to cry and I choked out loud 'I'm so lonely'. I stood there for a few more moments sobbing, as K walked away, and realizing, now more in an awake manner, that I am lonely, and I feel like it's part of my nature now - that I'm always lonely, and sad.