Some places are magical.
Inexplicibly inspiring / peaceful / thriving / energizing / or whatever else it is that you need in your life at one particular moment.
Eureka Springs is almost always that place for me. Maybe it's the fact that mountains are my spirit animal and the fact that it's tucked directly into the Ozark hills makes it seem more mountainous than my every day life. Maybe it's the fact that it isn't my everyday life but the 45 minute drive is a perfect opportunity to disconnect and breathe. Maybe it's the fact that I want to be the star of my own historical mystery novel and it's easy to picture me/ my Victorian character make great discoveries while holding a parasol and being served tea in wonderful hats.