It's VERY important to me. I used to hate where we live (yay, rain for 10 months, yipee. Overcast skies something like 300 days a year - meaning no BLUE, just the perpetual grey/white skies the vast majority of the time... oh joy. oh rapture. oh pfui.). But I found things that I can really enjoy / get passionate about for at least 6mo a year - 4 months in the mountains and 2 months of water sports. (AND meds that work on the pain that gets into my joints in the damp for when I'm back in the city.)
TO ME... that's the most important thing about location: not being in pain, and having things one loves to do. Otherwise.. what have you got? Boredom and misery. Yep. THAT'S reconcilable.
Don't get me wrong... I can do anything for a year or two... but I won't THRIVE unless I'm happy. And, lets face it, weather has a lot to do with being happy.
I grew up traveling and moving... I've lived in a LOT of different places; jungles, swamps, deserts, forests, mountains. I haven't lived in the plains, but I've spent time there. Places with 1 season, 2 seasons, 3 seasons, 4 seasons. Different places make different sorts happy.
Let's take one of my sisters and I (purely as an example)
On a purely physical level... I love the sun and my sister hates it. I tan and she burns. I love and adore snow (my joints don't hurt below freezing or above 80) and can spend time in the snow going full bore and come rushing in with pink cheeks totally content... she spends snowy time trapped inside the house, miserable, because she can never get warm - and she's not an "outdoorsy" kind of person unless it's balmy weather, so she doesn't get warm from moving.
On a mental/emotional level : I feel like the world is spread out before me when I have an ocean nearby, she feels trapped by the coast. I feel trapped and claustrophobic in the midwest (agoraphobia backwards), she feels free.
From a society level... I LOVE small towns. Love them. It's the sense of community. I prefer to live in small towns near a big city (about an hour away by train), and visit the city for special events (theatre, museums, etc.) ((I LIVE in the city, and the vast majority of the time I just don't use the zoos, theatre, museums... because they cost money I don't have. Instead I end up driving out to the country for free schtuff. I'd rather live where it's free and travel to spend)). My sister HATES small towns. She doesn't like the lack of privacy, wants people *out* of her business. She loves the city where you can spend 10 years and never have a neighbor ask your name. She loves having things nearby *just in case* she decides she wants to do something (theatre, museums, etc.). ((Incidentally, I love Rome, and she despises it... Rome is the only big city I've ever been in that acts like a small town)).
And that's not even taking into account things that people find "fun". I have a short list of things I find "fun", like most people. Some I can do anywhere in the world... but most are dependent on the area I live. One of the things that was the *hardest* about deciding to live in Seattle for awhile again, is that I've spent my whole life swimming and doing watersports. The weather here... just doesn't cooperate. It's too durn cold. I used to swim and dive and sail and surf almost every day (the south was a pain in the tucus as well, because of the whole alligator issue). I spent YEARS here cooped up inside LOATHING Seattle (people wonder why starbucks got off here... it's because the paint is bright warm colors and it's a place to *go* during the perpetual drizzle... and it doesn't get you drunk, so you can go somewhere colorful with people in it on grey icky days -most days- and feel slightly more human and not like a lusch)... before I found something that makes Seattle tolerable for me... Heading up into the mountians. Where the sky is blue and the weather is below freezing.
So... I don't think there's a way to "get over" what are essential personality traits. Certain things make us happy at a very *core* level. We can find things that make an area tolerable... but the love that comes from *thriving* in one's environment is something that I think we instinctively crave.