A few years ago I was lucky enough to spend a few weeks in Hawaii for a wedding. My family rented a house in a bay near Honolulu, and I spent the end of the summer living like the king of all bums; up at the crack of 11, eating fish tacos on the beach next to an ancient volcanic mountain range, and passing out on a beach chair after watching watching crabs fight each other.
It's intoxicating. I've lived in Ohio for almost my entire life, and here you get geographically predisposed toward grinding your teeth at every seasonal transition, toward narrowing your eyes angrily at the start of every local news weather forecast.