As a boy, I loved the winter sled rides down the hills of PA. It was great fun. As I grew older, the winters decreased in value. All winters are the same. Initially, the snow looks beautiful, but as the weeks progress, the top of the snow will get icy hard, the sidewalks, if there are sidewalks, get icy slick, and temperatures plummet to below minus 20 degrees F. Also, the winters never seemed to leave. Up to to six months was perpetually set aside each year to bring misery.
I'm happier to be living in Florida where the summers are unbearably hot and humid, and wish there was a happy medium somewhere in the states. Friends I became acquainted with recently just moved down here from North Carolina, being thoroughly fed up with the hassles of winter existence, which is sad, really, since N.C. is touted as one of the best places to retire in many online ads I've read.