Well, each to her own. I grew up with snow and long winters, but I would probably not miss it if I never saw it again.
Personally don't miss winter at all.
I grew up without any winter weather. A cold day in January meant that it clouded up for a few days and got down into the fifties and rained for two or three days straight AND everyone got out their subzero parkas and insulated vests or not.
There were lots of folks who were completely immune to that cold fifty degree drizzly weather. I was one. I had a waterproof wind breaker I kept in the car, just in case.
That was the tip of south Texas. McAllen, which has been in national news a bit lately, due to the mass influx of illegals in the area.
I honestly do not want to do the whole
thing, because it has always been a kind of free zone for passage where relatives were just uniting families and I support that, but things have changed lately.
Getting used to a fierce Indiana winter was a process for me. The fall was the worst though. I know, everyone else LOVES the fall, but to me, it meant like a BAD winter storm where it might hit the forties every five or ten years and literally everything turned brown and died.
So convincing ME that the fall was a good thing (Uhm - SADS) was even more difficult than trying to convince me that winter meant some kind of re-birth.
