Where I live, the climate is remarkably pleasant. So pleasant that, by and large, the weather is a thing worth having a conversation about. Small-talk so easily grows to big talk, and even complaining comes with a tacit understanding that we're very lucky here in Western Australia.
There are crazy hot days. And crazy cold days. And days we'd call extreme by comparison. Those aren't as nice, but they're nothing compared to the extended greys of London or Seattle. Or the frosty weather in Alaska. Or the oppressive heat of New York and Dubai. Or the humidity of Singapore and Kuala Lumpur.
I love the feeling of being "swaddled" by the climate here, and take none of it for granted. Many times, my dear significant other and I have talked about living in a different city for a while. Many times, people have told me I should give it a go for the life experience and to broaden my horizons.
But the truth is I love it in Perth. It's the perfect place for my equatorial blood and seasonal appetites. It's home.