I'm in CT. I hover back and forth between loving and hating it. I love coloring the icecles with food coloring (they only last a day or so) but going out in the cold is harsh, and I miss my pink scooter that I tool around on when it's warm. Riding the back country roads is really theraputic, and the pink scooter is very "Barbie" and really consoles me for some of my lost childhood. In the winter I tend to isolate to the point that I become afraid of leaving my home.