Yours is Markets. A market is a place thick with choice: many things side by side, plenty on offer, and you moving through it picking and passing. Density of options is the mechanism, and the broader the selection around you, the better you function. None of this is literal. You do not need a market. You need spaces where variety is in the air: a busy street, a well-stocked city, a place where several different things are happening at once and any one of them could be yours.
Markets belong to the built half of this system, the bounded spaces people make rather than the open country. So look close rather than far. What matters is what is around you and what it puts within your reach. You are not reading a horizon, you are reading the stalls: what is available, what you could pick up, what you can pass by. A space that offers you nothing to choose between is the wrong space for you, however lovely the view from its window.
Your modality is External, and your arrow points right, which makes this open and receptive. Your market is the one outside the walls, and you find it by moving through it rather than hunting through it. Get out among the variety, keep walking, and let what is on offer catch your eye sideways. Arriving with a fixed list works against you. Arrive open, let the spread do its work, and trust the thing that stops you in your tracks.
You will know you are in the right place because you feel switched on and slightly spoiled for choice, and good things seem to appear in front of you without effort. The wrong place is thin: one option, nothing passing, nobody coming through. That is where you go flat and start manufacturing problems for something to chew on. When you notice it, do not force yourself to concentrate. Get out into somewhere with life and choice moving through it, and let the right thing find you again.