One of the things I miss about Alaska is the winters. Before you commit me to a psychiatric hospital, let me clarify.
In Anchorage, the winters are cold, the snow accumulates (most years, although not right now), and the midwinter days are brilliantly sunny, with the snow reflecting the light. The kids get to go sledding, build snow forts, and have the occasional snow day. Ours even walked to their elementary school across a frozen lake, with a ski trail and hockey arenas swept out of the snowpack. We even had a decent little ski area right in town.
Of course, the winters were also five months long, and the mid-winter days so short (10:30am-3:00pm daylight) that it makes getting out of bed a trial. And occasionally, when the cold snaps and the winter winds hit together, it is too cold, bitter, dangerous cold.
I live in the emerald green Pacific Northwest now. We don’t really have winter, we just have a really long rainstorm. It only freezes a handful of times, and outside of unique weather patterns, almost never snows. We do, however, have storm days here, even a flood-related school cancellation last week. I never even considered buying a backup household generator in Alaska, but I have one now.
I’m not entirely sure that I traded up, climate-wise. In Alaska, we had the long winter and short days. Here in the Puget Sound, we have the eternally grey and gloomy rainy season and seriously nasty storms.
Last time we went to Hawaii, I played golf with a pair of ladies who had retired there, with their spouse. They were little, active women, leather-brown from the sun and obviously thrilled with their lifestyle. I’m not sure I’d like the perpetual spring/summer of Hawaii, nor the tropical storms, but I wouldn’t turn down a Hawaiian condo if it were offered to me.
I think I just need some sunshine, of the non-liquid variety.