Okay, where I am the mountains aren’t quite so high unless you head north from here, the main ski mountain tops out at about 9200 feet, but substitute Northern Rockies, and growing up mostly in Texas, and you’ve got me. I moved here four years ago and the only way you could get me to leave is in a coffin.
Having four actual seasons is wonderful. It’s just not winter without snow!
Yeah, I don’t know if I could go a whole winter without any snow. I’d like less snow, sure, but no snow would be weird.
And I lived four years in India before I came here! But I don’t remember them so I am just used to the snow I guess.
I spent three winters in Minneapolis/ St. Paul for an internship with Northwest Airlines. Minnesota is a beautiful state, and the people are very friendly and wonderful. But the winters, good god, the winters. I wasn’t ready for that, and I’m from the Snow Belt! Couldn’t live there.
Born in Los Angeles, moved to San Jose at 8, and left for Oregon when I was 33. I don’t even like going back to visit - I try to convince family and friends to come to me. No way in hell I’d ever live in California again.
{Looks out the window at snowing, -16ºC, with a strong north wind} I can get behind that idea.
I have every intention of snowbirding to Arizona in about 10 years. Maybe sooner.
ETA: Forgot to answer the question - no, I’m not going back to my hometown, either.
I didn’t “grow up” in any one place as my parents moved around quite a bit when I was a child. Until the age of 20, the longest I lived in one place was either Okinawa Japan or Nuremberg Germany, and those were just a few years each. I’ve lived many places throughout my life, both in the US and out, none of which I call home.
There are a number of places I’d like to visit again, but live there? Depends. There’s certainly no place in the US that holds any interest for me, but I could see settling in certain parts of Asia or Europe.
I grew up in Buffalo, NY. I tied a snow shovel to the roof of my car and started driving South. When someone pointed at it and said, “What the heck is that?” I knew I’d gone far enough.
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If I could live the rest of my life without seeing another snowflake, I’d be happy. But I love New England too much to do anthing about it.
*Hail, hail Fredonia!
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Like I was gonna resist that one. 
I live maybe 40 minutes away from the house I grew up in in northern Virginia, and if I could, I’d move back into the very same house. It hasn’t been for sale, though - when my parents moved out of that house, nearly 40 years ago, they sold it to friends of the family, and they’re still living there.
The house we’ve lived in for the past decade or so, and especially the yard and woods behind the house, have a very similar feel to that of the house I grew up in. So that’ll do.
How come?
Because snow is one of my very favorite things in life. And winter is my very favorite season, and I spend all year looking forward to winter and snow. Missing out on it is like missing out on winter, and missing out on winter means missing out on the best part of the year.
I agree. Every year for the past couple of years, I’ve visited my now-wife’s parents in the Phoenix area for the week of Thanksgiving. Arizona has some nice things going for it, but it just drove me crazy how every day was just a carbon copy of the last: sunny, dry, completely blue skies, mid-70s (remember, this is in November.) I found this oppressive and stifling; I can’t imagine what I’d feel like if I were there in the summer. Why people love it, especially fellow Chicagoans, is beyond me. I’m a fall or winter person myself but, most of all, I need change and seasons.
I have to admit that it does get actually depressing to see blue, sunny skies every. single. day. but I have to hold you up there about the summers. We have a monsoon every summer that starts around July 4th and last until around Labor Day, so no, we don’t have blue, sunny skies every single day during the summer. We have clouds and super-violent awesome thunderstorms and their accompanying terrifying flashfloods. It used to happen almost every day during the summer, when I first moved here 15 years ago, but now it’s only a couple times a week. But still. And then in the winter, December and January, we get a lot of rain again, but this time in the form of slow, soaking rains. The Indians of this area refered to the summer monsoon storms as male and the gentle winter rains as female. I like that. The only time the sun and blue skies are relentless and samesamesame is April through June and September through November. So there. 
ME!
I’m here in Michigan, and I can’t wait for us to get enough snow to go skiing again. I live in the Lansing area now, but I grew up in Traverse City. Lansing is nice, but I do miss the rolling hills and the easy access to water. I’ve got Missus Coder half-ready to retire to TC, but she says only if we get to spend the winter somewhere warmer. Well, by that time, I might be ready to.
Or I’ll just have to work in a long weekend or three to someplace that has skiing, I guess.
My first summer in Tucson my coworkers were all excited about the monsoon. Then it started and I was “this is what we call afternoon thunderstorms back in the other side of the country”. By the third summer, I was just as excited about them as they were. But yeah, afternoon thunderstorms.
I grew up in a small Nebraska town. Population 600.
I can barely visit the place now.
But cold hurts! Its painful to be cold. And even if you wear a bunch of layers, there are always extremities that aren’t quite warm, or shoes get wet, or something.
As much as I love monsoon storms, in the 25 years that I lived in AZ I only had A/C for maybe 3 of them. Monsoons + swamp coolers = misery.
Oh, yeah, that goes without saying. Swamp coolers are for the young and the foolish, I always say.