I'd like to live in a place with a real autumn, regardless of what period of my life it's in.
That's sounds like real old fart territory.
Can't help it. My parents used to get together with one my uncles and his wife, and me and my cousin would forced to ride along on fall days for hours while those idiots drove probably 100's of miles to "look at the leaves."
They were insane. Who wastes time doing something like that? I got basketballs to bounce, Legend of Zelda puzzles to figure out, scrambled porn channels to try and make out the occasional boob. Life is hectic when you're a young guy...who wants to be cooped up in a car with your parents, and who even gives a rat's ass about what color some leaves are?
Fast forward to some point in my 20's--I don't know when exactly it started--I began lamenting the hot/green periods contrasted only with very cold/dead foliage periods. Every time I visit people in a place like Nashville, or Missouri...anywhere with a real fall, I think how nice the leaves look and how I wish I had a few months of that per year. And I especially covet the true autumn weather. 'Round here we go from Sauna to Freezer, whiplashing back and forth, with very few days in between with just nice, cool weather.
I also wanna build a deck, so I can sit outside and drink coffee while I take in the autumn weather and look at the pretty leaves.
Jeez....what happened to me?
