Some people can not function under normal circumstances. Normal is too normal. When it seems that there is every opportunity for things to go well - their environment is safe, stable and sane - they still fret and stress and fuss, and they find peril or invent it or reach out for some trouble or sadness or madness. It’s like that ‘warrior during peacetime’ theme. With these people, you think about it and come to the conclusion that these people belong in a disaster area.
Maybe with me, I shouldn’t be looking for a particular job or region or climate. Maybe I should be thinking about average relative adversity, not average relative humidity. Temperment not temperature. I pick all the flowers in pretty meadows, and I lay them all over the grave yard.