… Choose a snuffling or gabbling priest or a proud and vulgar friar; and a church full of the usual bourgeois crowd, ill-behaved children – from those who yell to those products of Catholic schools who the moment the tabernacle is opened sit back and yawn – open necked and dirty youths, women in trousers and often with hair both unkempt and uncovered. Go to communion with them (and pray for them). It will be just the same (or better than that) as a mass said beautifully by a visibly holy man, and shared by a few devout and decorous people. It could not be worse than the mess of the feeding of the Five Thousand – after which our Lord propounded the feeding that was to come.” – J.R.R. Tolkien, on the Eucharist. [source and full quote]
The answer is not to “church hop-n-shop” in search of the perfect parish/priest (it doesn’t exist) or be in a perpetual state of conversion (changing religions/rites).
Stay where God has put you. Trust He knows better. Pray fervently.