I want to move somewhere it snows. In my 22 years of existence, I have only seen snow three times. Once when I was four, once when I was 15 and once when I was 16. That's it. Three times. I believe there is something wrong with that.
I've been trying to talk Ricky into moving me somewhere it snows...I don't even care where anymore. Just somewhere it snows a decent amount. My preference would be somewhere in New York or Pennsylvania, but I'm at the point where I don't care where. He could choose Alaska or Canada and I'd say, "When do we leave?"
I hate Florida. I swear, Florida is an oven masked as a state.