Familiarity Breeds Contentment?

I'm starting to feel a disturbing comfort level in navigating the eastern reaches of the Phoenix metropolitan area. It will never be a place I love. Or even like, as a whole. But I'm building a library of spots within its ideologically dreadful vastness that give me a brief flash of happiness. And that makes me wonder whether my love of self-propelled cognitive mapping would be strong enough to make any location I frequent a source of positive stimulus. Would it be so bad if that were the case? I do worry sometimes that my seemingly limitless capacity for refueling the furnaces of interest makes me insufficiently discriminating.