If I could imagine one perfect place, it might be here. But the problem with perfect places is that their perfection tends to wear off as the days go by. We start to notice what they lack. If it is sunny, we miss clouds, if we have mountains, we miss ocean, if it is cool, we miss heat, if it quiet, we miss noise. None can be an ingredient to perfection without the lack of the other. I tell myself, enjoy the perfection before its half life decay into restlessness and then practice finding it again and again and again.