I've lived in Florida almost exclusively since I was 5, with a 3-year stint in the rainy wastes of Portland, Oregon. After all this time, my home state's climate and I have finally beaten each other into an uneasy truce---I hide from the sun as much as I can without turning into a pale zombie, and life throws everything it can at me to make this unrealistically difficult.
I've got some vague hopes and plans of moving somewhere more temperate eventually, but in general it's rare that I actually think that far ahead. Needless to say, "long walks on the beach" aren't in my vocabulary, except maybe that one week in January when it gets into the 60s.
Currently in a semi-open relationship with user femmecatasaurus.