I define insanity as living in New England. Or any other area where snow is a major participant.
Life is hard, baby - what crazy person would decide to make it harder by living in an area that is coldly uncomfortable and plagued by the wild inconvenience of snow.
Give me hurricanes, give me wildfires, give me rattlesnakes and scorpions, give me earthquakes - but give me warmth.
And no fucking snow.
Of course I am going nowhere. Snow will plague me to the grave.
Where, of course, I will be regularly covered in snow.