Oh, don't let the crazies scare you off, the
land is... awesome. I could show folks some really breathtaking spots. Like where I grew up in East Texas, the Big Thicket? Massive pine forest. I didn't know what a "horizon" looked like until I was around 24. Seriously, first time I drove out to CA, when you hit the panhandle area and into New Mexico, I was actually edgy and creeped out for a while. Not having all those towering pines around, making that canopy overhead, it was like I expected something to swoop down and eat me or something.
And it's so freakishly big, it's like half a dozen states stitched together. There's no one Texas, there's a bunch. That said, I'd put California first myself.
Lived in LA about a decade and still didn't have time to explore everything I wanted to. If I were half my age, I'd move back. I was raised rural, real rural, but love cities. But you know how you get older and life falls into a routine of going to work and paying bills and going to the grocery store and all the mundane stuff, city life felt more "tedious" than exciting. Had a billion things "to do" all around me, didn't do much. Get to the weekend and after commuting, didn't wanna go anywhere. If I saw the car, I wanted to kick it.
That's one thing about New Orleans (pre-Katrina) that made it the place I planned to be my last move. Small, compact, more "European" style city. Street cars or you could walk. If you had to put up with a work commute, least on the weekends you could just park the damn car and still get around.
But, yes, go. California is nothing short of spectacular. For one, you cannot beat the weather. It almost makes up for anything and everything else.

And absolutely stunning areas. Like driving Pacific Coast Highway (PCH... highway 1)... I always wanted to take a trip of literally just driving the whole thing. One end to the other. The stretch north of LA up to Santa Barbara is gorgeous. Just gorgeous. If I were rich, that's where I'd pick the whole family up--mom, brother, sis-in-law, dogs, cats, and all--and move to.
Me, I still haven't made it up there. Really should at least once. Well, my checking account says no. In fact, it laughs if I talk about just going around the corner. But my maternal grandpa (who half raised me and mom always remarks I'm a lot like him) was from Winnipeg. So, 'course, I joke with my Canadian online friends I'm, "a quarter Canadian".
But lived in the southern part of the US all my life except a very few years when I was very young. And even then, no further north than St. Louis. I don't do "cold". Snow is pretty to look at in pictures but keep it in the pictures thank you.
Heh, just checked the weather online for Regina. Yikes! A "high" should have more than one digit! Anything below about 15 C to me is OHMIGAWD COLD!
Then again, you'd probably run screaming from our summers. Like the last summer heatwave. Over 100 F for... was it two months? City got up to 105, 107 some days (around 40 to 42 C).
Have a friend that lives in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. Our summers boggle her and her husband's minds. I can't resist making comments like, "Ah, 105 isn't that bad long as the humidity's low".

Though that's not "normal" at all. That was record breaking. Though summers in the 90s (what's that, 32 C and a bit, around there?) was normal when I was growing up. And 80 or so (F) are "nice days".
Anyway.
Yeah, you get the chance to visit California, grab it. I love that state. Didn't even mind how once in a while, the ground decides to turn into an amusement park ride.

Heh, the Hector Mine quake was CA's "going away" present for me. That was one wild ride. Not destructive being it was centered way out in the desert but, wow, the long rolling waves made for quite a... <cough> entertaining time in the city...