I don't hate it, but I don't love it either.
It's a chore, like anything else, and it has to be done.
That said, I started my spring cleaning this morning. It always starts with me packing up Winter clothing and swapping them out with my Summer clothing. Then I change the comforters and the bedclothes. From there the act turns into a whirlwind as I wind my way around the whole house, from top to bottom, from east to west.
I repeat at the fist signs of frost in the late Autumn months.