I'm from San Antonio, Texas. I know a thing or two about hot weather. Long stretches of 100-degree temperatures, sometimes well into the fall, weren't exactly pleasant growing up, but they were business as usual. But life took me to New York City, and then the Catskill Mountains beyond it, where digging my car out of a two-foot-high pile of snow became the new business as usual. That's definitely not something I experienced as a kid.
