Let me tell you a tragic love story.
There was this lovely little ranch in the middle of nowhere. There, the rancher's beautiful daughter found joy in creating various forms with threads, made out of biodegradable material. She called them Bio-Wares. It was more than a hobby for her. It was her passion. By the way, her name was ... Bessie Anne.
Well, her father, the environment-loving man that he was, needed to put up a new fence to contain the beautiful and buxom cows and studly horses he tended to, so he wanted to hire someone who was also environmentally friendly. He heard of a man who did this for a living, but used natural materials to create his own posts, which were not wood based. The fence builder's name was... Melvin. He never went to church, so people used to call him Full of Sin Melvin. The rancher decided to hire him. What was the worst that could happen?
The instant Melvin saw Bessie Anne, he fell in love. He did everything he could to get Bessie Anne's attention all the time. He would act out, ask pointless questions, and he basically let drivel pour from his mouth like water through a cracked dam, just to spend as much time with her as possible. He'd do cartwheels, ask her why she liked certain colors, why she didn't like others, what kind of amps she liked to use... on her guitar, why one amp was better than the other, what powers she liked best (as in, Austin Powers movie), and so on and so forth. He had even told her about the strange fetishes he was into. You see, he liked to collect neurotoxins and put them into the posts he erected, which, it turns out, were in fact not made of wood. He actually created a process to shape, harden, and further strengthen feces, which involved the injection of neurotoxin (it started out as a fetish, but quickly turned into a career. Good show, Melvin!). Basically, he made it his job to create mind numbing sh*t posts all day, everyday.
Bessie Anne had grown increasingly uncomfortable with Melvin and his endless questions and odd comments, but finding out about his posts was basically the nail in the coffin for the poor guy. She started to avoid him because of how uncomfortable he made her feel. She'd hide out in the basement, try to not make a sound, and even stopped her love of crafting with threads into Bio-Ware forms in fear that she'd make a noise, allowing him to find her. She became a prisoner in her own home.
When Melvin finally tracked her down, with tears in his eyes, he asked her what was the matter, why she didn't love him, why she couldn't see how much he loved her, what map was her favorite (Google vs MapQuest, etc), if she liked the hairier (guys), what shotgun would be best to use, what features she liked most of Reynolds Warp, if she had ever visited his Instagram, etc etc etc.
She screamed. It was all she could do. Then she packed her bags and left the ranch. She told him that it wasn't him, it was the ranch. She was good-natured to the core and didn't want to hurt his feelings, or destroy his love of creating mind numbing sh*t posts, as she realized that it was as much of a love for him as the Bio-Ware forms were for her (also, he would be gone for hours at a time to create them, which was nice). She left forever.
The point is, sometimes it really isn't the location. It's just you.