This is really what I feel to some degree. The place you live at matters a lot. But even with 32 I haven't found mine yet. I feel I'm much closer (not in kilometers but in closeness to how I want to be as a person) but still some way to go. And this is really tiring, because moving to another town, making new friends, learning the local work network, learning the cultural nuances that nobody seems to notice until you fail applying one, getting used to a new apartment where the toilet seat is slightly higher and the shower water is "just right" with another setting you don't know yet. It takes a lot from one's life and happiness, and I slowly start to wonder at which point I might reach "good enough" and just stick to it.