where is just right?

So my car just barely started this morning and as I was driving to school I remembered that this time last year, the road was like a tunnel--the snowbanks were so high. This morning it was thirty-six degrees below zero. I realized that there is no winter that will ever make me happy. Too much snow. Too cold. No "just right." So, I think I need to move somewhere that has year-round temperatures of 60-70. Yeah.