Do you ever go somewhere, and it just feels right? You know that it is the place you are supposed to be. I am lucky enough to live in that area. Helps that both my husband and I grew up here, but still, I have lived other places. They were perfectly nice, I really enjoyed where I lived in college, even tried to convince my then husband to be to live with me there.
He already had a place. We moved there after I finished college. I thought it was a nice place, the neighbors were kind of hit and miss, but it was... Okay.
We then tried being on a boat for a bit. It was nice, for a while, but it was just a bit too much on the pocketbook, and finding that we were going to have to make a decision on how to get to family if emergencies occurred. Just didn't work out.
We stayed at my in-laws, in what was our 'old' house, in a new area (a manufactured house that they'd bought from us, then sold later, when they decided they wanted to move way south...), and that was not really all that fun. Husband had a short jaunt to work, but I was uncomfortable there. We didn't stay long, as we were helping them sell the house.
We looked for a place for a while, and I, as I am wont to do, fell in love with several places, which we were outbid on each and every time (well before the fall of the housing market...). I started getting, er, less than happy about the search. Husband, he just kept looking.
Then, by a strange fluke, we found a house for sale, on what was one of the most miserable, rainy, windy, stormy days in a long time. The Realtor even had asked if we really wanted to see the house in that weather.
We signed on it that day. The next day dawned bright and lovely, and people wanted to see it. Too late.
We have lived here, near family (at this point, both his and mine), with numerous chickens, cats, dogs, llamas... We have good neighbors, (even the crazy one that I think rode his bike without a helmet a few too many times), and we try to be good neighbors in turn.
Sometimes things just work.