Hah -- where do I start? Several years ago I was diagnosed with Seasonal Affected Disorder, which basically means I'm one of those sane people who understands that winter is Of the Devil. It's all I can do not to stick my head in an oven from November through early March. So yeah, the seasons affect my moods. I ward of depression by eating large quantities of junk food and sleeping a lot, and basically living in the kitchen while baking stuff. This is not the doctor recommended solution to the problem.
Many times I've dreamed of moving to Hawaii -- or barring that, any place where it *never snows* -- but the truth is, I love Indiana, and I've sunk deep roots into Albion. I still dream of having a winter home somewhere more tropical, but I'd have a tough time leaving this place behind permanently.