Hell no.
I grew up as a kid in NJ on this little mountain. Every time we had a serious snow the power would go out, and we would be physically cut off from the rest of the world for a day or two until the snow plows reached the top of the mountain. We were always prepared for it.
At some point in time snow days go from being lots of fun to being work - having to shovel the snow. I must have been about thirteen one year when I spent the entire morning shoveling the back porch, sidewalk, front porch, and driveway.... I came in for lunch, my mother made me a grilled cheese and tomato soup and... It hit me like a rock. I was going to have to go back out and do it all over again. Fuck that. I promised myself I would never ever live again where it snows.
A few years later I live in California. It's raining here today; Thirty miles north of me it's snowing. But it never snows here.
High of 49 here today, which is cold for us.
