Some people seem perfectly content to be born and die in the same town and never travel more than 100 miles away. They like it that way. I was fortunate to have the opportunity to travel when I was young, but I like the Pacific Northwest in the USA, where my roots happen to be. I occasionally wonder if I would like some other area better, where I've never been before, but now I am getting old and tired and I don't feel like traveling all over any more, searching for a more-perfect spot than the pretty-darn-near-perfect area I live in.
I think there's nothing wrong with it as long as you're truly happy and it's where you really want to be, as seems to be your case! In that situation, I'm happy you reached that conclusion :) This was more thinking about the people who obviously, honestly aren't happy but feel this is just the way things must be, that they stay in a place as dictated by...I dunno, fate? or fear, often.
You're right, the search for the perfect spot is a slippery slope, since there always will be more to find out there. But the search for the pretty-darn-near-perfect place sounds worthwhile to me :)