I've lived in the North and in the South. Both have their ups and downs, but I'll never live up North again, and here's why.
The regoinal foods are different, but essentially equal. Nowadays, you can good barbecue up North, and you can get good bagels down South. I might actually give the North the edge on this one because of the sheer diversity of ethic and high end foods that you simply can't get down South. For example, the best Vietnamese restaurant in NC is garbage by comparison.
Women down South and up North can be equally beautiful and unbearable. I've met my share of stuck up city dwelling trend-hoppers who needed to wear $1,500 worth of clothing just to go out at night. On the other hand, I was once forced to take my hat off when dining at a Romano's Macaroni Grill at the insistence of a young 20-something Southern woman.
Politics up North and down South are both horribly broken. Northerners have elected lawmakers who think it is ok for people to get exceedingly expensive in vitro treatments when they can't afford them, and Southerns claim they want small government yet they elect politicians who are determined to restrict civil rights.
Idiots are idiots, and are readily plentiful in the North and in the South. I once had a dumb Northerner give me a pack of gum because, by his own admission, when he chewed gum in class, he couldn't concentrate. I then asked him whether or not he could walk and chew gum at the same time. His response was to simply stare at me blankly. We stood like that for a few seconds until I'd had quite enough and just took the gum from him. Once, I had a dumb Southern coworker who could barely speak intelligibly. Instead of cold calling a company and saying, "Hi, am I speaking with the person responsible for business partnerships?" he would say, "Hi. [long pause] I was callin' you today hoping to maybe take some time to talk to you about the possibility of how our two companies might could work together in what we would call, [short pause] an integration." I cannot stress enough that this one sentence was communicated in the thickest Southern drawl imaginable. It was so thick that this dude would say the word "cat" in two syllables. On one occasion, it took him thirty minutes to communicate to me a plan he'd devised to apply brine to his driveway using an oil drum drilled with holes placed in the bed of his Dodge Ram (which he later sold to buy a brand new Fiat God only knows why.)
The game changer is two-fold: the cost of living and the weather. In Boston, winter lasts from half of September through half of May. When it snows, they plow the snow into big dirty piles that just get dirtier and dirtier as they shrink away. Most homes weren't built with central air, so nights during the summertime can be unbearable even with an unsightly window unit. Winters down south are mild, and the summer nights are long and plentiful. Never will I understand why a crappy 1960s ranch in Connecticut costs a half a million dollars. When it comes to buying property, your dollar just goes so much further down South.