content: I grew up in a postcard like place with pretty snowy landscapes;  let me tell you something:  snow is pretty but it sucks.  Snow is cold,  and wet.   Shoveling snow sucks.  Shoveling snow five month out of twelve just to go to work or get groceries sucks.   Sure,  it can be fun to use skis to go to school; it's fun to look at clumsy tourists getting stuck on the snowy or icy roads,  fumbling with tire chains while getting frostbites on their hands,  and later helplessly struggling with skis (something you mastered at the same time as you learned to walk);    but it gets old fast.  Sunny places have their charm too;  if only because it's great not to shovel snow.  I hate shoveling snow (did I mention it already?).  And it's nice to be able to get out of the house with just shorts and a t-shirt.  Oh well,  may be I'll get tired of that too.